“Alas for poor old Yaerick,
He’s married too young, too soon,”
Said one Fate to the Furies
Watching him weep ‘neath the moon.

“He’s hoping that one fine day
His sick marriage will improve,
But that’s like pushing on a
Boulder, hoping it might move,”

Said one Fury. Another
Said, “It only gets worse.
You have learn to live with
Each other.” “That was terse,”

Another responded. “What
Then’s the just thing to do?
Show him mercy letting him die,
Or make him suffer through?”

They bickered for a moment.
After a little while
They recalled their own loves. As
They left him, each did smile.