Untitled 5 (got a little silly on this one, the chalange word was wrench)
jubulantly she glides
down the isle
the magical day has arrived
the honeymoon is sweet
a week in paradise
then off to a new home she goes
a year rolls by
followed by the pitter patter of little feet
he comes home late one night
and her heart it does wrench
for on him she can smell
another ho's stench!
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