Henry's been married 50 years
without a sorry day,
his wife Opal reminds him
every week, and Henry
always says the days
are great but the nights
are something else.
Tonight should be a dandy
Henry thinks
as he lies in bed
adrift in shaving lotion
knowing that his perfumed wife
will join him once she wins
the battle of the bulge.
Opal says it's a bigger battle
every day to get her girdle off.
Henry calls it her chastity belt.
Smiling Opal never disagrees.
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