Till B-r-e-a-d-t-h Do Us Part

A tinsel throne is what the world provides

For women on each wedding day.  While they

Are dressed for it in satin silk, the brides

Are treated like a princess’s bouquet

Held up for admiration.  But then life

Takes over.  Mother of the screaming brat

Beside her as the queen of kitchen, wife

Who gets to clean the toilet, then eclat

Of womanhood–abandonment by men

When fattened middle age sets in for flesh

That’s younger when the guys develop yen

For slimmer, slinky skin that’s far more fresh.

  But don’t despair.  The brides have menopause

     And alimony then from divorce laws.

~  Phillip Whidden