When I was new, just out of high school,
I did something that made me a fool.
I got married to a man,
That beat me so I ran,
And told the judge he was mean and cruel.
You would have thought I had learned my lesson.
Now you would think third time is a charm
I swore to never marry again,
But over time a wedding did prevail,
Poem Style – Limrick / Poem Catagory – Personal
Written by Lady Kathleen
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