When your head says one thing and your wife
says something else your head will lose,
for when you marry you don’t get a life:
your life is what precisely you will lose.
Cats of Hemingway have got six toes:
my wife and I have got a cat like that.
We both have got a life, and each well knows
the other is a truly hip hepcat.
My wife love me since I’m her Taurus bull,
and she’s my Pisces fish, and not a sacred cow,
since she gets catty when I try to pull
the wool before her eyes, and says miaow.
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