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Love or Money?

Which will it be, honey?

Will it be love?

Or will it be money?

Depends upon your viewpoint.

Dummy.

How big is your stomach?

Yummy.

"Next time, none of this love shit,

I'm marrying for money!" She exclaimed.

But dividing up the household,

left finances to be rearranged.

What's yours is yours,

and what is hers, is yours.

Divorce decree claimed.

Judge reprimanded lawyer,

on that big mistake,

left his ego, maimed.

So, I'll stick with money,

for the rest of my life.

I might tarry again,

but not have a wife.

For in this state of affairs,

she always gets one half.

Whether she contributed or not,

always gets the last laugh.

So for love or money,

don't get too involved.

For richer or poorer,

is quickly dissolved.

Copyright 2021 © Ronald W. Hull

7/15/21 

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