When the Honeymoon's Over
“Shadow wife, my best and first,
Now that we’re no longer cursed.
Sometimes still I fear the worst:
Our marriage wrecked, still adorning,
From the day no longer barred,
Must old habits die so hard?
It’s so nice out in the yard.
It’s eight o’clock in the morning.”
“Sunlight hubby, fair and proud,
Must you always sing so loud?
I stayed up dancing with the crowd,
So very late at the party!
Nothing made you leave at ten.
The fun had barely started then.
But I met several other men,
Whose night life habits are hearty.”
“Evening lady, none too bright,
Did you have to dance all night?
I thought today we’d fly a kite,
And picnic down by the stable.
It’s lovely by the lake today.
There’s lots of outdoor games to play.
You mustn’t sleep the day away,
But greet it now that you’re able.”
“Morning person, fit and hail,
So bright-eyed and bushy tailed,
We’ve tried before and always failed,
With outings like those you’re proposing.
Fly a kite indeed, you lout!
Sunlight brings my freckles out.
Now’s no time to be about,
When I would rather be dozing.”
“Love and longing, truth and lore.
Passion-rich and wisdom-poor.
Careful what you’re wishing for,
Or lead miserable lives ever after.
When some power heard our prayer,
Why were we so unaware
Our problems would not all end there
And turn sorrow into laughter?
Are we happy ever after?”
