There once was a boy who lived in Hard Knocks

Who thought he was more than he ought

With a mother so pampering

And a father gone scampering

The boy was the wurst little brat.

When grown he became 

He was seemingly tame

But that was only a ruse,

Underneath the veneer

Something darkly austere

Hid from all and everyone he knew.

But his behavior took him down

Making him need to leave town

In utter and shameful disgrace,

Crushing the hopes of his wife

For a good marriage and life 

That was healthy and balanced and fair.

On the last awful day as they parted ways

His wife said to his pouting jerk of a face,

“Your heart’s no longer mine, you might regret this sometime

But I see a soul that’s gone ugly and frozen.

So here is my wish, just remember this —

“May you be happy in the life you have chosen.”