Let me tell you about a couple—
not your ordinary one—
that lives in a brick-and-chimney house
on the other side of town.
Although they married last September,
they cannot stand each other.
They can’t see eye-to-eye, he and she;
how’d they even last, I wonder?
He eats the wrong side of the mushroom,
yes, he’s in over his head;
while she loves to grow in her garden
poisoned apples in scarlet red.
She once told him, if I remember:
I’d rather be with a frog!
To which he answered angrily with:
Shut your trap, you hideous hag!
He didn’t bother with the glass slipper;
she was Jill who stole Jack’s crown.
He’s one who screams Open Sesame;
she was there when that bridge fell
down.
They’re like the spindle and Rapunzel—
just a fickle fairy tale.
She’s the big bad wolf in sheep’s
clothing;
he’s the ghost ship without a sail.
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