Marital Un-bliss!

Marry in haste, repent at your leisure!

By Stanley Collymore

 

It beats the hell out of me really why you ever

bother to come home at all, for when you

do you obviously have no time for me

just as you keep saying that the

kids get on your nerves and

never afford you any

peace of mind or

tranquillity.

What’s more, when you’re actually here all

you ever do is loaf around on the settee,

stuff your face with burgers and chips,

smoke like a demented chimney

while additionally guzzling

down umpteen cans of

beer repeatedly.

 

Which evidently begs the obvious question:

“What on earth ever possessed you to get

involved in matrimony in the first

place and, more importantly,

with someone like me?”

For realistically we’ve nothing positive

going on between us, no suitable life

together or any kind of meaningful

social intercourse really worth

speaking about; that’s why

I want out and shall, of

course, be filing for

a quick divorce!

 

© Stanley V. Collymore

6 May 2013.