Matrimony Poem by Prince Freakasso

Is wedlock the true route to all conjugal bliss,
Nuptial excitement that starts with a kiss?
Or is it the halter after the altar,
That threatens to fetter and make life not better.
The fondling and cuddling and nights of long snuggling,
Changed overnight to ones of alcohol guzzling.
A churlishness now in the partner is found,
From a beloved spouse to an obnoxious bloodhound.
She once a fabulous cook, today sports a grumpy old look;
He's turned from lovemaking to reading a book.
Love and coquetry has come to an ebb,
Finding affections in a new kind of web.
Monogamy turns, to Polygamy slowly,
And perhaps doing things even more lowly.
From celibacy to intimacy and words we can't shout,
All connubial contact lies down and out.
They denounce and renounce and have their say,
To begin a life in a new kind of way.
Leaving it all to their legal belief,
Divorce now brings in, some kind of relief.
But where it will lead is anybody's guess,
For the ball is now rolling and life's in a mess.