Game of Life - Add Vice to a Lady

If you’d win the game of life never sign as trophy wife,
happiness is lovers three:
one to cook, clean, fire for you,
one to sire four children too,
one to warm you now and then when you feel free...

If you’d win the game of life avoiding all frustration, strife,
plumb its mystery:
let poppet do as told by you,
let others bend to fresher view,
let puppet measure not, hot pleasure thee...

If you’d win the game of life and avoid Time’s jealous knife,
thank the rule of three:
one with rings new, one with few,
one string to watch the other two,
years of fears you will exchange for countless tears of glee!

If the game of life you’d win never take a husband in
for bed and board you’ll soon be bored
with football, beer, words sharp as sword,
with cooking when he’s elsewhere looking,
or travel with assistant booking.

If family you’d own or build, be both self-willed, by clone fulfilled.
If life's game you’d win begin from hubby’s kit[sc]h and kin to spin.
At times adored at times bear mawed,
its difficult to bear accord
when he plays lord or can’t afford
all you deserve as just reward,
when you discover you mistook
bald cheek, beer reek, for strong good look,
for compromising beauty, brains,
when you yourself should hold the reins.
If family you’d build or own,
‘tis best at times to clone alone!

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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