Quip's Corner - married the first for love

She married the first for love
The boy that made her smile
She married the next for money
The boy that had the style

The third came quite by accident
The fourth and fifth were too
The sixth was in a drunken haze
A mumbled and slurred “I do”

She swore off men from that time forth
No need to add again
She could live a happy contented life
Without another man

She could certainly cut the grass alone
And reach to change a light
By her bed, she had a bat
For the creaks and bumps of night

Silence soon became the seventh
And solitude, the eighth it crept
A subtle ninth in Loneliness
Alone, each night, she slept

The first came by for old time’s sake
He missed her laugh and touch
He visited, they laughed and talked
The feelings came in a rush

As he stood, she said “don’t go”
She pressed a kiss and then,
She asked him softly, while in his arms,
“Can we make it an even ten?”