With demands

With his blood sugar and my thyroid gland
Not to mention gout and heart attacks.
Our marriage was   detested by the grand

Sometimes he looked  mad and could not stand
My feebleness in falling down the cracks
Between his  sugar and my thyroid gland

I held my soul together with a band
Elastic in its way thus not too slack
Our marriage was   arrested   by hot hands

Yet often we would saunter hand in hand
Go on the towpath feed the swans and ducks
Despite low  sugar and low thyroid gland

He loved the sea and loved the long white sands
But as for me I could not  muster luck
Our marriage was so trying it was banned

I lost my heart  and seemed to lose my luck
So kindly  he bought geese for me to pluck
With his blood sugar and my thyroid gland
Our marriage was  disfigured by demands