Six Tailgaters
Hangover
Drear wine-press, by the wilderness out-spread,
Why are there squirrels running through my head?
Sweetheart
Love me Sweet, with all thou art,
But don’t you dare call me a Tart!
Hayfever
I have been in the meadows all the day
Sneezing my head off every whichaway!
Anniversaries
“O dreary life,' we cry, ' O dreary life!
I had to marry and become a wife!”
Genteel Sufficiency
"No," this morning, Sir, I say,
Last night you had too much your way!
TKO
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
Of our last argument, our final fight.
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