When tyres of love expire and fail to inspire
When a partner's worth dwindles to zero
When familiarity ignites a contempt pyre
It's time to move on and become a hero.
When a lover's roving eyes spy a secret admirer
When a momma's meals don't taste good no more
When a matrimonial bed in a lover's mirror
Shrinks into a haystack, it's time to revisit folklore.
When momma's curves and nerves irritate
When poppa's pot belly and snores strike a raw nerve
When momma and poppa of late fail to meditate and hesitate
To love each other, it's time for divorce to swerve.
When your beau gets on your nerves at a watering hole
When your hubby no longer fends for the family
When your boyfriend glues his romping eyes on a striptease pole
Don't stab him, don't shoot him; move on and listen to a reconciliation homily.
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