She rued the day she married Jim.
Whatever had she seen in him?
He’d seemed to be her dashing prince,
Her destiny, but ever since
‘Twas all too clear he was, in truth,
Insensitive, bovine, uncouth.
But, luckily, the children were
True intellectuals like her.
Artistic, musical, and proud
To soar above the common crowd.
These qualities Jim could not share.
He was the cross they all must bear.
In public sure to bring them shame,
Quite heedless of the family name.
His manners gauche and unrefined.
Yet all their hissed asides combined
Got nowhere. Always he seemed bent
On causing them embarrassment.
And, sadly, their home area
Quite lacked intelligentsia.
Fakes galore, as she could mention,
Risible with their pretention.
While aping, they pretended mirth
At those who had the real worth.
But they saw what she could not see.
The musical conservatory,
The top schools, concerts, theatre seats,
The grand world tour and other treats,
Had put the family in Jim’s debt.
Each one the product of his sweat.