A bit of a silly rhyme
With balance as the poetic crime
Two young souls
With competitive goals
Which one will be doing time?
The balance of Marriage
I do love my wife...but
She is a massive pain in the butt
She doesn't play fair
And she pulls my hair
Then calls my athletes foot!
I respond that her feet are rough
Like sandpaper and incredibly tough
And that she should later
Use the cheese grater
But she swears and goes off in a huff
Later she recalls the tale
Of the bath with the floating toe nail
I couldn't help but laugh
When I thought of the bath
And she called me a disgusting male
So I held out my hand with a question in mind
Shall we shake, play chess and be kind?
She nodded her head
'I'll beat you' she said
I laughed. 'That will be me, you'll find.'
With one swift move, she stole my rook
I wasn't happy with the blatant crook
'You cheated!' I cried
To which she denied
And I gave her my deadliest look
We attempted Monopoly, it didn't last long
I bought her house, then it all went wrong
She landed in Jail
So I called her a fail
And I made my triumph into a song
' A typical libra, unbalanced and rude!'
She shouted at me in her violent mood
'With a compass you'll find
Your nose in your behind'
I responded in a manner that was crude!