The lady with the clever smiles
With two lovers and a husband:
She keeps the little boy in one
Suspicious with her playful wiles,
Thus perpetually unmanned.
As though he is her only fun,
The lover two knows the others,
Sees them as his loving brothers;
He thinks nothing is going on.
The husband she calls her “ape-pun.”
Horny, he must wear her apron.
He shoots her with his be-be gun.
This is their peniletimate line,
Uncoupling with the final rhyme.
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