(limerick)the Marriage Game Poem by WES Vogler

(limerick)The Marriage Game

The newly-married wife phoned her
husband at the office, very concerned.

"I don't know how to tell you my love
It's my wedding ring, Donald my dove
It must have been loose
Oh I feel such a goose
I can't find it. It's not in my glove."

"No need, dear, to send up a rocket
Or twist anything out of its socket
As ... heavens above
The score is onelove
It was found in my pants in my pocket."