A piece of paper that proved providential.
You agreed to marry because of your inheritance.
I agreed to it because of my parents’ circumstance.
Now, you got your pot of gold and inheritance.
My parents are now living too in affluence.
We no longer need to put up an appearance.
We both got what we bargained for, in advance.
I plead my cause though and take this chance,
to admit I love you, sans the weedy alliance.
Is there a vestige you feel the same romance?
If yes, then let’s wish our divorce good riddance.
By G. Ferrero, The Women of the Caesars, New York, 1911., Public Domain, Link