I'm thinking about divorce,
I'm considering a discourse;
But finagle through, and upper body pain,
Just leaves this old soldier too tired to explain.
I love that a woman can cry and complain,
It's left for the male to "mansplain";
It's okay, maybe a brief century apart,
Will fix all that, and I will see you in Walmart.
I remember once, you and I,
But dumpster trash, sock to the real "eye";
Rest in peace, you Yankee-Doodle,
My biggest memory is of the Apple Strudel.
