I know a young couple who married last year,
And thought they were married to stay.
They might have been, too, but for one little thing–
They BOTH couldn’t have their own way.
For he liked a book and a chair near the fire;
She wanted to go every night.
A poor combination that always will end
Just like this one did–in a fight.
So now they’re divorced and as free as the wind.
She goes every night, so they say,
And he sits at home in a chair with a book–
THEY BOTH NOW ARE HAVING THEIR WAY!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, February 20, 1934
