Revised sonnet #182
Twelve years old I told ma I wouldnt wed
Afraid of puberty and spouse to be
I worked at rest home nurse the watershed
Arrived one day in rooms of elderly
The future partner suffered pains in knee
And shuffled back and forth on walking frame
I knew he was the man he clung on me
I closed the dunny door to stave off shame
I checked his mental state he knew his name
A war time spy hed played a crucial role
I kept that quiet I played the parlour game
I dreamt him double agent even mole
I wed him whimsical at eighty eight
At thirty three thought that as sorted late
Chorus eight acht uit
