As Jack spotted Jennifer at their gate
He asked her why she was so late
Jennifer looked Jack from head to toe
Sized him up and spat on the floor.
Jack asked Jennifer what the grief was about
But Jennifer could not only pout
She asked Jack how many people he'd ever beaten
To earn the right to threaten her again.
They sauntered into their house in silence
Because they didn't need any rocket science
Although a cooking stick landed on Jack's head
Which blood painted red.
An electric kettle spanked Jennifer
Who needed no chauffeur
But her teeth cut a gush
When Jennifer could smash
Bash and flush crimson
Intending to go to prison
If that was the price of her freedom
To carve a niche in Jack's fiefdom
Demanded she smash his spectacles
Which earned them vegetables
Although Jack bit Jennifer's left cheek
Where blood marks rushed quick
As a kettle landed again and again
To pour pain rain
On the home strained to breaking point
As Jack and Jennifer each other could disappoint
God and Zambia who witnessed wedding vows
Both took when two cows
They slaughtered at their wedding ceremony
Which excluded antipathy and alimony
Because matrimony loathed differences
But liked reconciliation conferences
When Fr Joseph intercepted the bleeding wife
Who saw little point in married life
But Fr Joseph gave Jennifer a lift
And asked her to shift
Her viewpoint from confrontation
To amicable reconciliation
When at the shaking home, the priest
Reminded Jack and Jennifer about the tryst
Home ought to be
For happiness to see
The light of day. Fr Joseph said prayers
Asked Jack and Jennifer to heap layers
Of apologies
And synergies
On their home, jeopardized home
Where happiness ought to roam.
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