Unfortunate Conflict of Interest
Marriage vows are said
Of course nothing is in stone.
She likes caviar
He likes tuna.
Onward they go
Hoping for the best
But she likes picket fences,
He likes shrubs.
The days go by
Year after year
She likes silk
He likes flannel.
The golden times are here
They made is all this way
But she still likes roses,
He likes none
Into the ground they go
A long time in coming
But she loved him
And he loved her!
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