Sonnet XXVII - One is the Cheapest Number

Sometimes I wish the fairy tales were true

Where I’d be tatting a bit of lace

And watching as my perfect children grew

And gazing at my perfect husband’s face

He would be in charge of silly finance

While I would arrange dinner with the staff

Amuse him with a pretty little dance

Greet his pronouncements with a girlish laugh

Not one of my men could balance checkbooks

I had to earn the rent and clean the house

And they all told me they hated my looks

Skulked off with other women like a louse

Thank God I’ve been alone for thirty years

And freed myself of all their sorry rears