I wrote this for Sunday Scribblings.
For richer or poorer
she married a snorer
he snored for the whole of the night
One night he stopped snoring
she thought he’d stopped breathing
It gave her a terrible fright.
In sickness and health
his fabulous wealth -
it constantly played on her mind
Now if he stopped snoring
because he stopped breathing......
no, how could she be so unkind?
For better or worse
she looked in her purse
and saw nothing but buttons and bills
She knew when he died
that he would provide
a fortune by way of his will.
Through joy and through sadness
she knew it was madness
to hammer a stake through his heart
For now she’d just wait
til that faraway date
when one day his death would them part.
This is not a true story! Please take it in the light hearted way it's intended!