Sekrit Of A Hapy Maridge Poem by John Bliven Morin

I heered about this feller tother day
who had a long maridge, an who
Never even had a argeemint in 40 years
With his lovin wife, Miz Billie Sue

So I ast him tother day how come
He had sich a good an dutiful wife
Wen so many folks like me air not
Havin sich a good maried life

Wel, sir, Mr. Hardin Post, he sed to me,
Hit al starts at the start you no
Rite after we uns wus maried
An frum al the relytivs had ter go

I tuk her over to my wagon with jest
One mule an hauled her up ter sit
Then I got up thar my own seff
An I told thet mule ter git.

Wel, wouldnt you know, that old mule
Jest stud thar thout nairy a sound
I coud see we aint goin ter move,
So I tuk out my ol 44 an got down

1! I yeled at thet lazy mule
2! I holered at him then 3! I sed
An when he didn’t move I put my pistil
betwixt of his eyes an shot him ded

My new wife got all plumb upset at this
Beginned ter yell and cry an shed a tear
I jest clumb back up an set beside of her
1! I wispered in her ear.

Ever since then, shes ben a fine wife
Lovin an kind ter me an a gud mother
The best enny man coud want so in
40 years I never wantid no other.

Wel, thets whut this feller done tol me
Wuz the seckrit to a long an hapy maridge
Course I cudn’t test whut he was atelin me
I got no mule, tho I does hev a caridge.

Copyright (C) 2003, John Bliven Morin,
writing as Hardin Post