My beloved woke me up
in the middle of the night.
'Why darling! Somebody knocked at the door and I had some bad dreams? '
'No you're continuously shouting, rhythm method honey and crying,
And I thought some convulsions again! '
I got up and checked the Webster dictionary.
And I read for her;
' Contraception by avoiding sexual intercourse
near the time of ovulation.'
She's angry and grumbled you drank a lot last night that cheap liquor!
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