Sorry this impulse write only contains Cheryl's line and mine. I'll do better next time. This is a tale of double standards that existed for many before the 60's sexual revolution. Sort of tongue-in-cheek, but it was real and painful for many wives.


Painting by Henri De Toulouse-Lautrec-French-1864-1901

                                     A Country Girl's Rebellion

A Cheryl's Pals Collab by Margie

Lipsticked clothes, perfume not hers
Late nights out, cold kisses
Can't ignore what must be true
Can't live on wistful wishes

A haunting melody plays in her mind

The sound of his last good-bye

She's so lonesome she could cry

She's missing him desperately

Pleading, come back to me

We can work it out, you'll see

Holding his heart, not letting it go

Loving and wanting him so

Wishes and sighs won't undo lies

But steadfast hearts will always try

Her Mama said, "You made your bed

Now lie on it as best you can.

Raise your children, do your duty

Try to love that cheatin' man

A man has needs we don't know about

Accept it or be unhappy and pout."

God said, "Let no man put asunder"

What would equality be like? Don't even wonder

The ties that bind are sacred things

To sever them damnation brings

"Till death do us part" came from her heart

Devotion her middle name

But vows have turned to ashes

Nothing will ever be the same

She's bourne his children and washed his socks

Loved him well and truly

Cooked endless meals for him to eat and run

Bathed his face when he was drunk and drooly

Praised him to the skies for each paycheck

He spent them all, but what the heck

Boys will be boys

Wives will be toys

And dreams just don't die easy

She may be down, but don't count her out

Renewal of spirit is what life is about

Bloodied and bowed, but she perks up a bit

"Girl, where's your pride? Now, stop that s***!!"

He doesn't deserve your tears, not even a little bit

Sending out her heart to be cleaned and re-sized
(Should have sent my mouth to be sanitized!)
New starch in her spine, get out of her way
Surviving to love another day

Don't let the SOB see her cry
Don't let her self-esteem shrivel up and die
Don't let her waste her time asking why
The answer is clear, he's a rotten guy

Her:
Like eternal stained glass imprints
Hope lives again in a heart that's bent
"You go your way and I'll find mine
With a new love that's true, constant and kind
And you can stick it where the sun don't shine!!"

Him:
"Aww, Sweetie Pie, you don't mean that
You're as touchy as a stepped-on cat
She didn't mean a thing, just another week-end fling
So dry your pretty eyes and take back my ring"

Her:
"&%^*()#$%^^&!!!!%%%##!!!"
Sound of a slamming door;
Suzy Homemaker doesn't live here anymore

Remaking her bed with clean, new sheets
Who knows what kind of new future she'll greet?

He's bewildered, doesn't understand
A red-blooded man has rights
A decent woman looks the other way
She doesn't stand up and fight!

A fool-hearted man with his wandering ways
Is spending a lot of time alone these days
Milking the cow and doing her chores
Waiting for her to walk back through the door
Saying, "I'm sorry, please take me back.
I can't make it on my own."
Waiting in vain for the wife who made it a home.

Thanks to Lady 'Cheryl' Death and Hank Williams