M.A.R.R.I.A.G.E.
Now that it is over
Now that we are split
I feel that I’m in clover
I think I’m fighting fit –
All those years I feared a break
Would bring me pain and stomach-ache!
Now I have the papers
Now that I am single
I haven’t got the vapours
And feel my senses jingle –
All those nights I feared the rumour:
Separation starts a tumour!
Now I’m more than nisi
Now we’re cut in half
I see with a precise eye
How much I love to laugh –
All those weeks I lay in dread
That my divorce would leave me dead!
Now we’ve had the bust-up
Now our vows are done
There’s no need for a dust-up
Goodness me what fun! –
All that time, my dear physician,
I thought I’d like more coalition!
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