by Maurice Sagoff, 1980

My love behaved
A bit erratic
Our nuptial day
Brought truth dramatic:
He had a wife,
Mad, in an attic

I fled! I roamed
O'er moor and ditch
When life had struck
It's lowest pitch
An uncle died
And left me rich

I sought my love
Again to find
An awful fire
His home had mined,
Kippered his wife
And left him blind

Reader, guess what?
I married him.
My cup is filled
Up to the brim;
Now we are one,
We play, we swim

The power we share
Defies all pain
We soar above
Life's tangled plain
He Mr. Rochester,
Me Jane!