"Aye, the young man seeks Romantic Bliss,
The Wedding March, Feast and Flower.
Ah, but Love being the mystery it is,
Sometimes things just go sour.
The Judge has had his way with me,
With his decree of Judicial power.
I pay me alimony faithfully,
Lawyer bills at 200 hundred an hour.
Oh woe is me, what can I do?
To avoid again this curse,
Beauty fades and we all get old,
SO FIRST.............. I LOOK AT HER PURSE!!!!!!!!!