Impossible mission, nevertheless I take figurative aim to craft poem without experiencing wrathful blame avoiding explicitly, ignominiously, specifically... referencing mine heterosexual counterpart that infamous she,
whom did ruthlessly claim yours truly as her husband snatching mine happy go lucky bachelorhood two dozen plus decades ago (revered singular status belonging to me),
one latitudinally and longitudinally i.e. height and weight challenged dame during earlier years of our marriage prone to prematurely ******* and exclaim expletive laced epithets toward me once burnt twice shy, courtesy unidentified heartbreaker
nonetheless pledged her troth and did coldly frame wedded covenant predicted on mutual (of Omaha) perk hens pact regarding fidelity abiding rules linkedin with matrimonial adult game.
Henceforth any future reasonable rhyme I crochet with words must not mention name of spouse lest she flay these lovely bones and verbally inveigh husband hoot hook literary leeway time gone by to broadcast blithely, albeit electronically which liberty not okay the missus pointedly did relay.
No idea why personal details (about myself) shared with zeal (hoop fully to curry spicy reciprocity) yours truly not exceptionally discriminatory, when rusty cogs turn with much friction barnacle encrusted cerebral spongy bobbing square wheel likened to (nails scraping across chalkboard) - which action evokes screeching squeal
an artifact of yesteryear school days seen courtesy thirty five millimeter black and white silent newsreel portraying parochial (baby boomer) kids analogous to well trained dogs did heel good luck heading toward principal office filing lament better off seeking devil (who wears Prada or the latest couture) to appeal.