The Blow and the Glow.
There was this strange fellow,
A moment of peace will not allow;
Inside, he was a person yellow,
And his love was very shallow;
He made his loyal wife swallow,
Insults streaming out in a flow;
Age should have made him mellow,
But it did in fact add to his bellow;
His wit would work very slow,
He loved to hit, her belt below;
He would his routine follow,
A bachelor's life all aglow;
He would tell his loyal wife,
"Mother of five! Enjoy life!"
The wife had got tired and sick,
Thought it was time to hit back;
"Oh dear Father of three!
Go and enjoy Scot free!"
Now that was a real blow,
Too big for him to swallow!
He came to senses, bent low,
Never again left his bungalow.
[A story, by my father told,
As a poem, by me retold!]