One breaktime I got married.
The class all gathered round.
The eagerness was palpable,
the gaiety profound.
I gave my bride a flower.
We then exchanged an oath.
The priest proclaimed us wedded
and then sanctified us both.
Alas it wasn’t meant to last.
Things didn’t go to plan.
She took away my conkers
then she ran away with Dan.
The course of love is bumpy.
At least that is my hunch.
One break time I got married
and we got divorced by lunch.
