No sooner were they bound in marriage They discovered their mistake And as they drew off in the carriage Each pondered what steps to take. The honeymoon was merely dreary And by the time that it was through Their brains were overwrought and weary, Plotting hateful things to do. They reached their villa numb with loathing As it was fading into light, They flung aside their outer clothing, Parted mutely for the night. At two with scissors she came creeping Inside his room and deftly sheared, While he lay strenuously sleeping, Uneven notches in his beard. Then on the day they had been wedded A dozen years they paused aghast, The possibility they’d been dreading Through all of them had come at last. They had exhausted all the other Revenges for inflicted wrongs, So they fell on one another, Him with hammer, her with tongs. A week went by, a tradesman calling Peered in and gave a sickened gulp, For on the carpet they were sprawling, A single horrid heap of pulp.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
