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/// Geoff was wealthy, standoffish and idle. And he guided his horse by the bridle toward his new bride inside before the morning ride which would end with Geoff deemed suicidal.
/// His wife stood at the window to feed tainted “treats” to the spirited steed, which would make the beast bolt, throwing Geoff with a jolt. “He rode recklessly,” it was decreed.
/// Geoff had landed, quite hard, on his head. He was crippled for life, but not dead. The wife got, not his purse, but the duty to nurse the despised man she’d injured, instead.
Solstice*1947
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/// By her window he stood, nonchalant, with the hope they’d achieve a détente. “You’ve put up with my whore; she’s for sex, nothing more, but I’ll give her up now, if you want!”
/// She replied, “I don’t care, don’t be silly. You can do what you want with your Willie. Whores get money, of course; your love goes to your horse. You must choose— either me or that filly!”
Info, or links that point to more info, about this artist can be found here, here (can be read in full for free on Fridays), and here, perhaps in addition to what's in his Wikipedia page.
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/// Geoff was wealthy, standoffish and idle.
And he guided his horse by the bridle
toward his new bride inside
before the morning ride
which would end with Geoff deemed suicidal.
/// His wife stood at the window to feed
tainted “treats” to the spirited steed,
which would make the beast bolt,
throwing Geoff with a jolt.
“He rode recklessly,” it was decreed.
/// Geoff had landed, quite hard, on his head.
He was crippled for life, but not dead.
The wife got, not his purse,
but the duty to nurse
the despised man she’d injured, instead.
/// By her window he stood, nonchalant,
with the hope they’d achieve a détente.
“You’ve put up with my whore;
she’s for sex, nothing more,
but I’ll give her up now, if you want!”
/// She replied, “I don’t care, don’t be silly.
You can do what you want with your Willie.
Whores get money, of course;
your love goes to your horse.
You must choose— either me or that filly!”