A very direct man named Wyatt,
To his wife said "Please go on a diet."
That night in their bed
He asked "Sex?" His wife said
"Go to hell! Take your kite and go fly it!"
There is an odd fellow named Fletcher,
Whose wife's an inveterate kvetcher.*
And not without cause,
For he brings home the bras
Of a lot of her friends, the damned lecher!
* Kvetch is Yiddish for "complain."
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