Debisi husband

Debisi married a shameless beast
who pounds her like a punching bag
he tans her face with heavy kicks
tenders her skin with slender sticks.
His disgrace came
when robbers came
they traded his money
for generous pummelling
yet he couldn't raise a fist.
Wimpy man, howled like a child
that day no doubt he met his match
I swear I heard his woeful bleats
two streets away from where I live.
If it had been poor Debisi
puffing and huffing he would have
like Matthew Murray's locomotive.
When day broke, we saw his face
round and swollen like a ball
but funny what we do for love
It still was Debisi we saw
with a tender steamy sponge
tending to the stupid