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?

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