Right Before

Underneath her bright umbrella
On a cloudless, rainless day
She looked pretty – pretty angry –
And she had a lot to say.

Then she told me with these words:

You’re a jerk.  I hate you.
I don’t like a thing you do;
I would never date you.

I think you’re pretentious and
In the end, morose;
So, you can back off, for we
Are not getting close.

Right before, though, we had marked our
Third year anniversary;
Didn’t want to tell her, but,
She’d already married me.

Though I took her words to heart and
Tried from then to mend my ways:
Maybe that’s why I’m so cheerful
And so humble
Nowadays

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