Suffrage

I have got to love my husband 

He has done so much for me

He took me from my home

And has made some money for me

 

I have got to love my husband

He gave me the ring

We danced under the stars

And he listened to me sing

 

I have got to love my husband

He gives me the food

That I can cook alone

And wait in the nude

 

I have got to love my husband

He works extra time

To make us more money

Until it’s bedtime

 

I have got to love my husband

I know he is loyal

He comes in the morning

And treats me like a royal

 

I have got to love my husband

Though it’s time to vote

I must honor his choices

Until it’s time to demote

This poem is about: 
Our world

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