Now I knew John, who was a man, when being a man was tough
He married well, lived even better, and had his fill from the trough
John was strong, strong as a man, but never where it counted
He cheated well, cheated often, and never chose to flaunt it.
He knew not what, it was he did, to that poor wife who flew
She laughed and cried, screamed aloud, and all but blew the roof
She slapped and slid, hollered and bawled, when she found out the truth
But she knew John, from the start, and plainly thought it through
Now John’s in courts, crying aloud, wishing he’d done better
The judge said no, you know what you do, so sign here with your letter
Johns now broke, nothing to his name, the siren took it all
Now she laughs and sighs, all the time, while enjoying poor John’s fall
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I'm a high school English teacher in Texas. I also hold degrees in radiography and radio and television broadcasting. Though I obtained certain knowledge and skills from my prior degrees, I do not currently use them.
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