“I MARRIED TERROR.” a poem Dec. 17, 2019 (almost
The Night Before Christmas: Tuesday)
I could have married HOPE or JOY, but no I married TERROR.
My friends say: “She is killing you; you must have made an error,
by falling so in love with one who’s terrifying ways,
Cause men to scream and women to faint. She’s THE TERROR of all days;
She’ll get you so darned terrified that YOU’LL BE SCARED TO DEATH;
She’s poison. cocaine LSD 100 times worse than METH.
She’ll TWIST your troubled soul like a pretzel and wait for it to SNAP.
She’ll lay your trouble head down and smash it in her lap.
You are A GONER, buddy; Good Lord, what have you done?”
“Actually, now, comeOn, fellows. TERROR’s kind of fun;
Yet, what would REALLY scare me is IF SHE DIDN’T FILL,
ME AND THE WORLD WITH TERROR;
If she DIDN’T, I’d feel ill.
I know I married TERROR; she’s my confidante and joy;
Whenever I see THAT LOOK OF TERROR, the one in her blue eye,
I KNOW I married The Right One;
She kills everything in sight.
But ME? I know that’s just my wife, Terrifying and Bright.
GOD is even terrified to get to close to us;
SO, SEE? ImarriedME ‘the perfect gal,’ so you need not moan & fuss.”
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