The Marriage

Ballade

von  ian_grey

Some time ago I saw a star
and followed it towards a bar.
The star stood still above the roof
and that was - for me - the proof:
Someone who would change my life,
perhaps yet my future wife,
was waiting for me in this pub
and therefore I could not dare stop:
I eagerly did push the door,
then not-so-eager pulled it more,
and after this idiotic try
I stepped in and looked quite sly.

Diving now into the crowd
- I wondered what there was so loud -
I finally found what I seeked,
through the smoky air I peeked:
A girl, as beautiful as light.
I went to her, thought it's right.
We talked and flirted quite a bit,
and then - I felt my words had hit:
like struck by lightening I sat there,
as she was asking me: "Now, where?
Would you mind to follow me,
or your home you'd make me see?
I need a place to stay tonight,
a place that is right by your side!"

Now, come to think, it was just great,
and we didn't want to wait:
demanded notary and vicar,
it took just a little flicker,
and we were married, everhappy,
and maybe, too, a little sloppy.

It was a year that now went by,
and once I just thought, "my oh my,
when will she come home from her work"
- oh, I was quite a jerk!
She went to work, now listen up,
At Reeperbahn in a nice pub.
I didn't know for a long time,
but once I thought, I'd cool a wine,
called at her work and - what a shock
she was the sheperd of this flock!

Now everything is working fine,
I, lonesome again, am drinking wine,
my lawyer was one of the best,
and at his speech's latest crest
the judge gave in, he sentenced: "Right,
having told you would've been bright,
the divorce is settled then,
all items belong to the man."

and the morale of this story
- some people call this blasphemy -
never follow a light to your luck
unless you really want to sit stuck,
'cos under a star there's nothing more
than a cheap fat fucked-up whore.

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