Married at last

She pouts, sits in a corner Cries like you broke her toy Throws tantrums,  acts stubbornly Not listening to reasons, what or why Runny nose, fistful for hands Making your temper rise Tell me,  my love, marrying a child Why did you consider wise? Advertisements


I tried to count my woes But can’t seem to put a number on it I was never good at maths I wish I’d paid more attention in class Been good if not great at it They said you don’t need maths in life,  much They were wrong If x is your pain And y […]