For Better, or Worse,
They freely consented.
The gowns were fitted,
the Tuxes were rented.
They both pledged their troth
before family and friends.
A fairytale Day,
but all fairy tales end.

For Richer, for poorer,
the latter's the norm.
with three kids in college
who all want to dorm.
They worked extra hours
to pay the expense
of caps and gowns earned.
Those were happy events.

In sickness and health,
There were scares, here and there.
A bout with colitis
A broken hip, a wheelchair.
They soldiered on through it
lifelong lovers must.
Silver may tarnish
but it never will rust.

Till death do them part,
No gold left in her hair.
She relies on her walker
He's confined to the chair.
She struggles to aid him,
at night she just cries.
Though his body still lives
there's no light in his eyes.

This is the journey
from the ring to the stone
Either rise to the challenge
or live life on your own.

My tummy rumbled well
It was more like it grumbled.. it must have been hungry and wanted some food.. so I fed it chicken that was finger lickin’ and it sent a loud belch that was ever so rude..

Well I drank down a drink it was peppermint I think.. I’d heard that was wise when your stomache was wrong.. but then my *** farted when me and my spouse parted..that tummy of mine let out a strong pong

My guts and me have a right job you see.. coz it doesn’t appreciate the food that I eat.. Diverticulitis is just like colitis.. a Doctor told me that was what I had got.. and sometimes I am fine and other times I am not.. when I spend all night and day just sat on the ***