Marry In Haste... Poem by Rose LaGrange

You were dark with the greenest eyes
How could I tell you were full of lies?
You took me to your foreign land
On my ring finger you placed a gold band

You were cruel to me & made me cry
I spent time wishing that you would die
Marry in haste, repent at leisure
Beating me up was your only pleasure

Then there were the women you plucked
I wished you all good luck
Rather them than me
Was how it came to be

A very short marriage
I felt I was caged
Thank God for divorce
It had all run it's course.