Here’s to Sheila, my lovely wife
Who, since agreeing to be my Mrs.
Has had to live a wandering life
And live in strange places like this is.
In truth, I do not really deserve
The love of this special girl
I know not what gave me the nerve
To ask her to marry, but she gave it a whirl
Still on Valentine's Day not a present or
Card,
Though God only knows she has worked very hard.
Alas, she's put in the hours
But still must get her own flowers.
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