Rhapsodies

Today’s poem, “I married my wife on Sunday” was probably the biggest challenge of this challenge yet not just that It was hard to squeeze in the whole narrative (doing it in a half hour made it sloppy) but also this is the biggest example of values dissonance I’ve come across yet in this project and will definitely not be the last. So trying to visualize this terrible marriage enough to draw it was a little uncomfortable.

I realized after the fact that I misunderstood the third line of the poem. I’m pretty sure “bad” meant the beginning of the Wife’s illness rather then her going from merely being a nag to abusive.  Though based on that it’s interesting example of how meanings of words change in the way the writer regards “middling” worse than “bad”.

I married a wife on Sunday,
She began to scold on Monday,
Bad was she on Tuesday,
Middling was she on Wednesday,
Worse she was on Thursday,
Dead was she on Friday,
Glad was I on Saturday night,
To bury my wife on Sunday.