The Italian Wife - a poem

I married a girl with great expectations

To find her whole family were mafia relations

We toured the Iberia peninsula grand

Got married with cake, even a band

But had a child who would never become man

We parted ways like two cur strays

She’s has nipped at my heels to this unfortunate day

Don’t you ever take an Italian wife

They'll slit your throat with your very own knife

For what they want they don’t know

And you can’t even give them a tow

They must lead the armada grand

Or shipwreck you both in the sand. 

All of the above is true and sad  Two people who would have made

a great couple and parent if it weren't for their weaknesses - marry too young

and you are in love  marry late and be too comfortable to be faithful - this is just an opinion   nothing more  

This is my poem