The Squabbling Neighbors
by John Grey
They’ve been married ten years,
she once told me.
Must have been quite a wedding day,
I can just see and hear the preacher –
“Do you, lazy motherfucker
take stupid bitch
to be your lawfully wedded wife.
And do you fat trollop
take drunken bum to be your
lawfully wedded husband.”
And then a couple of
snarled “I do’s”,
a funeral march
down the aisle
and out the door of the church
where interfering old cow,
and catty witch,
What a honeymoon that must have been
bouts on the beach,
scraps in the bar,
sixteen rounders in the bedroom.
And here they are still together.
You have to wonder what
brainless idiot and useless lump of lard
still see in one another.
But who can explain true love?
Of course, they do as good a job as any.
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in That, Dalhousie Review and Qwerty with work upcoming in Blueline, Chronogram and Clade Song.