Marriage?

He said yes,
She said no,
He lived fast,
She liked slow,
He was always early,
She was forever late,
Kept him always waiting
Frustrated at the gate,
He liked morning,
She liked night,
She liked darkness,
He liked light,
Their relations
Were not right,
While he made love
So full of feeling,
She just lay there,
Looking at the ceiling,
When he went to climax,
She said 'it is peeling',
He said this marriage is a mess
And she fully agreed saying 'yes',
He got his old suitcase
And put on his hat
And with a sigh of relief
He left board and bed,
And they both will affirm
That they have no regret...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz