Who thinks that marriage is for two
Will live to pitch a little rue.
Besides the Brave (I mean!) and Squaw,
There are the frowning Mothers-in-law.
Around the necks of both some nooses
Hang, in form much like papooses.
And one must pay or else one parries
The man who mkes the bow and arries.
Let’s not forget the buck whose palm
Demands the rent for his wigwam.
Yes, many are the folks who’ll swamp ’em
With their hands held out for wampum.
When one is hitched, the time for squawking
Is past–prepare for tomahawking.
by Ray Romine Monday, September 25, 1950
