We cuddle
as we huddle
in a puddle of tears,
facing fears
in the face of impending doom
so please,
there's Jesus to appease
make room
for the bride and groom
Dustpans for lives wrecked
dirt left unswept by broken brooms
Household chores
demean her demeanour
if you need a lackey
then marry a cleaner
Licences for licentiousness ?
In times past a hand fast
would more than suffice
There's a lot to be said
about breaking bread
with bickering Christian thick 'uns
but I'd rather chew fat
and exchange tit for tat
with Druid -like
modern day wiccans
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