My Wife The Queen (A Roundabout Poem) Poem by Chris Embrick

Her appetite caught me off guard
ruby studs caught her eye
a touch of class
she could not pass
ruby studs caught her eye

Her flair for glitter, a surprise
soon I was out of cash
with golden chain
she struck a vein
soon I was out of cash

More treasure lay behind the glass
for diamonds her eyes aimed
with credit card
she hit me hard
for diamonds her eyes aimed

I thought I married simple, plain
I need a bodyguard
the more she buys
I agonize
I need a bodyguard.