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Too Late for a Husband
Author Unknown


Where were you in the marriage season?
Now all the available men are gone,
You pitch yourself up and moan to the sky,”O Heaven, O Earth!
Can’t you just toss me a little husband?”
The sky pokes out his head and replies,
“You were too choosy when the merchandise was in.
Go home now, we’re all sold out.”

This poem is believed to have been written sometime in the 16th century.



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Ha! Quite humorous. I'm actually going to be in a wedding as a member of the party this weekend. There must be some opportunity to use this somewhere. ~evil cackle~
Posted 09/14/2012 09:03 AM

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