Ever since he took off his tuxedo
and she her wedding gown,
time’s been a healer yet placebo,
that turns her into a clown.
Three hours after a sip of the pekoe,
she‘s staring at the crib with a frown.
Dwelling in the dungeon incognito,
she’s the saddest mother in town.
Then she ascends to the gazebo,
in contempt of her man of great renown.
Misfortunes don’t break her ego;
desolation never wears her wit down.