A portrait of my parents' marriage:

Marital Bliss

I did not conjure him up, he simply arrived
And then suddenly we were married
And, just as suddenly, we are pleading with God
Asking him to let it end, please, let it end
And hot blood red anger swells the house
That simple, suburban house we remain
In our hellish togetherness to retain
And then, of course there is the dog
That yapping, yowling post-man eating dog
(But we love him just the same)
And any affection that remains
Is lavished on that spoilt brat feline
And so we proceed, we go on marching
To the rhythm of the drum of martyrdom
Oh, isn’t it fun. And did I forget to mention
That we have a tribe of hyperactive children?