he
was,
it took long, but at last
he admitted
that he had
evolved.
no longer did he
walk
through the house
with muddy
boots, or put his feet
upon
the coffee table.
he spoke when spoken
to, and not
for too long.
he went to marches
with her,
wore a pink hat,
agreed
to agree with whatever
she believed in
or said.
he
watched what she wanted
to watch on
tv.
she trained him well,
and now,
he tells me sadly
over his fifth beer,
the marriage will last.
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