Married Life Poem by Mark Heathcote

Mr—you can kiss me if or when I ask.
But do not sir not ever before
Mr—you may touch me a little if I grasp
But don't ask what I'm looking for?
It might just be a senator or a signor.

You might love me like you say, right now?
But sure love I'll always love you more, etc.
You, darling, may never want us to argue or row
But, I'm tired and that's why I swore.
{Oh, darling, my feet are sore
and I've finished with you and that discount store! }

Love, you may wish we met a long time sooner
...eh' what? But love… I'll promise you this...
The day after we've wed a small sector
Of guests and I, myself shall say, this…
Married life it was never bliss'.