HUSBAND SNATCHER

She spent her youth in dazzling displays
Many a suitor to her court turned off
Found fault with those who dared
Some with bad body odour, she said
With smelling armpits and mouths
Now, she is a husband snatcher

Her excuses, many and spurious
They couldn’t afford her outlay
Thought herself high and pricey
Lest poverty follow her to matrimony
With hungry looking big-headed brood
So she looked out for a man of means

Years wasted, her prime gone with wind
Desperation sets in with doggedness
Unfaithfulness, the flaw and the snare
Randy men took pokes, became preys
She is given all sorts of comic names
For the wife deserters, not a word,

To every woman, there is a man, they say
So why are they not enough, she queried
Forgetting she had sent them all away
For her looks, she swanked, big boobs
And big bottom, she had enough of it
To earned the name, husband snatcher