Some were large and some were small,
Twenty-five of them in all.
Yet, he didn't get the wearies
From marrying them in series,
Not this citizen of Nepal.
Perhaps he did not enthrall
The ones he can't recall
Or who with lovers ran away
After a brief curtailed stay
With this citizen of Nepal.
Why did so many run away?
What evil got into they?
Did each of them discover
A whole lot better lover?
For us, it's hard to say.
Yet, sharing a blissful life
With hardly any strife
And almost in seventh heaven
At anniversary seven
Are he and his current wife.
He's happy and satisfied
With Sharada at his side.
Since to tango it takes two,
We know she's happy too
To be his blushing bride.
He loves her as he oughta.
She could well be his daughter.
His praises to him she'd sung,
When she married while right young,
And up, it seems, he's brought her.
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