Henrik Wigestrand, July 2002
She
told me that when she had promised
to her second husband "'till death do us part";
She happened to visit a palmist
to check if her palm would agree with her heart.
The
palmist had no information
about her, but looked at her palm, and she heard
the palmist, upon contemplation,
say "Husband - the best one you'll get is your third."
So
Let me be number 3!
What's another divorcee?
If you still want one more,
Let me be number four.Or if you're still alive,
Let me be number five.
If your fifth husband sticks,
Let me be number six.If you won't wait for heaven,
let me be number eight.
Let's just skip number 7.
Let's procrastinate!Or for auld lang syne
Let me be number nine.
We could marry again,
so I'd be number 10.
You
know I could probably go on like this
in marrying by numbers, a numeric bliss.
But now that you've heard it, I'm certain that you
regret that you didn't stick to number two.
"What? No proposal???" - SB