The master calls his dog
who just watches with bored eyes
Seems to not budge, that hog,
He will move for some ice.
Of which theres no more...
The newly wed groom beckons
his bride to bed, all excited.
She's combing her hair, that pretense,
The mirror has yet to give a verdict.
Is the moon out of honey, no score?
The husband of two tens wishes
for some heart felt romance
She is as empty as him, those blues,
Their hearts vacuous, no loving glance.
How can this stalemate unfold??
What now?
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