Born last with the grace and looks,
while I was given the knowledge of books.
Always able to make easy friends,
alas, I burned the candle at both ends.
Got the glory of the nuptial pride,
I was left as the thrifty bride.
Was handed what she desired,
we struggled while money expired.
At last it seems the joke's on me,
my spouse, I found, thought he was free.
So now they spend a carefree life,
my new brother-in-law and my sister, his wife.
Bitter?
Why should I be?
©2008
7-7-08
Author notes
Written for the contest: Contest Bitter Batter, Pitter Patter. come have a look-see! by Sailor Ptolema
http://allpoetry.com/contest/show/2412812
A contest entry
- Bitter Batter, Pitter Patter. come have a look-see! by Sailor Ptolema.
875 points, ended July 9, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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oh my OUCH! This stings. What a terrible thing to happen! A sister stealing your husband! I'd have to say, in this case, it's a definite righteous bitterness that the speaker feels. I love the questions at the ending. They are written with such obviously dry and bitter sarcasm. A great take.
thank you for entering and g'luck! -
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Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. Good thing this did not really happen. Well, the stealing of the husband part (he is too boring for her, anyway) did not happen and she would never stoop to that. But the rest.... >
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