Knot Not United

Isis Town and Country - - Opinion - By NANCE BUR­NETT

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.

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