Jenna II.

It was when Jenna was nineteen

And Patrick was 18 years old

That they met by the drink machine

And wed before their love went cold.

Before divorce, Jenna felt unique –

Her husband Patrick was “the best”

While all the other men were bleak.

She was, she said, a wife that’s “blessed”

Jenna was pretty, smart and fit.

Though she had a thing for tattoos.

But one day Patrick said “I quit! –

I’d rather spend more time with booze.”

So Jenna ate biscuits and cake

As she was feeling sad and lost.

This she did to mend her heart-break

But all those treats came at a cost.

She was no more fit and pretty

Her arms turned flabby, boobs saggy.

And so she bought her first kitty

And named it bitterly Maggie.

Maggie was the poor kitten’s name.

Jenna soon became a mommy

Of three more furr-balls of the names

Whiskers, Bella and then Tommy.

One day she was cleaning the house

When over the four cats she tripped

No more blood could soak into her blouse –

She bled out due to temples ripped.

Thus the tragic tale of Jenna

And this is the story’s message:

Take time, get to know your fella

And don’t rush into marriage.

Though cookies are addictive and sweet

It’s better to cry for a week;

Then get out and someone new meet –

And stand on not two, but four feet.

Because though choc cakes are good stuff

It does not fill our souls as much

With love, kisses, hugs and cute fluff

As a pinch of true love’s touch.