I WANTED TO MARRY

I wanted to marry

But when I remembered the gory story

Of Mary

And how she lived with injury

Courtesy of Harry

And his new love, Fury

I became bleary

When will every man learn to manage his fury

Respect his sweetie when angry

Bury every armory

And every act of slavery

Taking away the cheery

From the dearie

Whom he paid her dowry

When will he learn to be a berry

And not a cherry

Make her merry

And not weary