I drink because she nags, she said I nag because he drinks. But if the truth be known to you, He's a lush and she's a shrew.
But all ladies think they weigh too much.
The burnt child, urged by rankling ire, Can hardly wait to get back at the fire.
I claim there ain't Another Saint As great as Valentine.
Professional men, they have no cares; whatever happens, they get theirs.
The turtle lives 'twixt plated decks Which practically conceal its sex I think it clever of the turtle In such a fix to be so fertile.