COUNTRY BOY, CITY GIRL

You bought a house, as quiet as a mouse 

to live with your spouse.

‘Twas on a beautiful lake, with much space to bake 

and perfect to break. 

Arrive did your wife, feeling strife 

for her new life.

She’d wanted a city, by far more pretty 

and just a bit gritty.

Ask did her soul, before she was old 

to escape through the keyhole.

So don’t you see, just why she flee?

‘Twasn’t about thee.