a wife whose lifestyle settled into sloth
was not in his dreams when he pled her his troth.
Immersed in her mire of keeping idle
she ignored what he quoted on this from the bible.

Too tired to read up on what he called a sin
she experienced the glow of his love growing dim
but still neglected her chores for the effort they took
having no drive for improvement, in feat or in looks.

Certain the flaw must not be her fault
he’d tried to ensure the habit was caught
before many years of being wed whisked past
ruined by her dwelling upon her ass-
umed condition of energy dysfunction
when all she required was action, and gumption.

Funny thing was, the day he left she picked up some
by the end of the week she dressed for a short run,
befriended the dust pan and the broom,
soon never looked back on her days with her groom.

03/26/2007