Knot Not United
DO YOU know what I said on our wedding day?
“Ah, married at last and I’m staying that way.”
For you see, I’d decided at twenty-one
To pursue a young man and give up having fun.
So, as you were the nearest young man I found,
And also the slowest runner around,
It was you, Bill Burnett, whom I’d chosen to please
(And oboy, at the Church, you sure shook the knees).
For perhaps you’d decided when it was too late,
That marriage to me was an awful fate,
But with Father and other relatives present
Your fate then was sealed. Was it so unpleasant?
So all through this year we’ve been married, you’ve been,
“That woman’s poor husband,” down-trodden, unseen.
Then I’ll understand when you rattle your chains
And pull feebly away from the hands on the reins.
*Written by Nance Burnett for her and husband Bill’s first wedding anniversary.