She decided to work him over as she had from the beginning.
Maybe this time he'd throw his hands in the air and scream,
" I've had sufficient, I'm out of here!"
Her goal was that --- to get him to leave,
that she might marry a man of proper fit,
who could satisfy her every whim.
She was sensual, she was ambitious.
He was a lazy lout who only willed to poetize.
Friend, should you too be sonnet bent, don't contract marriage.
Study human nature, instead.
For amusement, write limericks or visit the Coliseum
to watch the pitching of Christians to the lions.
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