Number 88, A Shotgun Marriage.

A Shot Gun Marriage.

On the first day of marriage my true love gave to me,
A cartridge and a Purdey.
On the second day of marriage my true love gave to me,
Two purple gloves, and a cartridge and a Purdey.
On the third day of marriage my true love gave to me,
Three drenched friends, two purple gloves, and a cartridge and a Purdey.
On the fourth day of marriage my true love gave to me,
Four appalling words, three drenched friends, two purple gloves, and a cartridge and a Purdey.
On the fifth day of marriage my true love gave to me,
Five old things, four appalling words, three drenched friends, two purple gloves, and a cartridge and a Purdey.
On the sixth day of marriage my true love gave to me,
Six lethal slayings, five old things, four appalling words, three drenched friends, two purple gloves, and a cartridge and a Purdey.
On the seventh day of marriage my true love gave to me,
Seven cons he’s spinning, six lethal slayings, five old things, four appalling words, three drenched friends, two purple gloves, and a cartridge and a Purdey.
On the eighth day of marriage my true love gave to me,
Eight spades a digging, seven cons he’s spinning, six lethal slayings, five old things, four appalling words, three drenched friends, two purple gloves, and a cartridge and a Purdey.
On the ninth day of marriage my true love gave to me,
Nine crazies laughing, eight spades a digging, seven cons he’s spinning, six lethal slayings, five old things, four appalling words, three drenched friends, two purple gloves, and a cartridge and a Purdey.
On the tenth day of marriage my true love gave to me,
Ten floorboards creaking, nine crazies laughing, eight spades a digging, seven cons he’s spinning, six lethal slayings, five old things, four appalling words, three drenched friends, two purple gloves, and a cartridge and a Purdey.
On the eleventh day of marriage my true love gave to me,
Eleven snipers sniping, ten floorboards creaking, nine crazies laughing, eight spades a digging, seven con’s he’s spinning, six lethal slayings, five old things, four appalling words, three drenched friends, two purple gloves, and a cartridge and a Purdey.
On the twelfth day of marriage my true love gave to me,
Twelve summons coming, eleven snipers sniping, ten floorboards creaking, nine crazies laughing, eight spades a digging, seven cons he’s spinning, six lethal slayings, five old things, four appalling words, three drenched friends, two purple gloves, and a cartridge and a Purdey!

© Stephen Saunders

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