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by HUGHES MEARNS
SHE never failed to cheer him up —
He wrote depressing books —
By chirping, “Dear, the world is so
Much better than it looks.”
When he’d cry, “War is genocide!”
The thought would not appall;
“You’d be much calmer, dear,” she’d say,
“To take no side at all.”
He’d growl, “All men are paranoids,
From Cain’s descendants sprung”;
She’d say, “I’m glad I had mine out
When I was very young.”
There’s nothing like irrelevance
For tension in the home;
And simple honest ignorance
Is good domestic loam.