He took her hand; her tear-filled eyes
Reflected heartfelt pain.
He said "I'm giving up the ghost,
But darling, please refrain
From showing now your love for me
For years, you've wished me dead
I'll try to keep from laughing 'bout
The tears you'll surely shed.

"For when I'm gone, you'll be alone
Nobody to abuse
Who will you nag? Who will you cuss?
Most menfolk will refuse.
For though you spoke ill of me, dear
The townsfolk surely knew
The dastardly accusings were
At best, alas, untrue.

"And so, good-bye, my precious wife
My hell on earth is done
And though you prayed that I'd be gone
I am the one who's won!"

Marcia Hodgson
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