There are duties and obligations that marriage does demand
Doesn’t really matter if you’re a woman or a man
Love and affection is not something to be spread
You gotta stay home and sleep in your own bed
You may only plead a little misdemeanor
But buddy I’m taking you straight to the cleaner
I wrote, composed or whatever it is we do – - – this little poem weeks ago. I knew there was a reason I did not post it. Now it seems is the right time. I made a Broom entry and should not ignore the bucket, brush and sponge. The Sunny Day entry had the husband who goes astray. No one can say my blog is not coordinated.