I came home inebriated
My good woman contemplated:
"Choice is yours. It's bed or booze so make it now."
"Gotta choose 'tween twelve-year brandy
And a wife who's never randy? "
The contingent right she landed was a wow!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That echoes a quip from the lips of Dagwood Bumstead!
good catch , , he used it a lot