EdwinPublished by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (2192 reads)
When my dear husband died in grace
I vowed I'd never take another;
Yet here, prepared to take his place
And share my home comes his twin brother.
How strange that God should take away
The saintly one and leave the sinner:
For Edgar - Edwin used to pray,
And now the wicked one's the winner.
'Tis true the two were like as peas
When first they left their mother's nipples;
Yet Edwin shone at tennis teas
While Edgar at the Anchor tipples.
In sooth the black sheep and the white. . . .
(Poor Edwin might have been a Vicar)
Yet Edgar is so nice despite
His wenching and his love of liquor.
They say a women loves a rake -
It may be so, I never knew it.
I should be lone, for Edwin's sake;
If I re-marry I may rue it.
Yet Edgar's such a handsome brute
I fear he may my double-bed win -
The pious and the dissolute. . . .
What shall I do? Alas, poor Edwin!
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