The Hubby and Wifee

The night in July was quietly chanting, Its own lullaby, as if it was granting, A sleep without trouble to people of Trees. And all of a sudden a cry broke the peace, From one of the houses, a cry like of geese, ‘Twas voice of woman hysterical-red! She jumped all frustrated right out of her bed, Her eyes were of fury, her voice sharpened, mad, Her words like the arrows, the air was aflame! “Perhaps, my dear hubby, to you this is game, But such crumbling house isn’t fit for the dame!” She yelled and she screamed as Stymphalian bird! Then husband woke up:” Why. This is absurd! Why screameth dear wifee a word after word?” His voice sounded puzzled and deeply concerned. But screaming continued and cursing unearned, “If only of house would I previously learned, Then I would have burned it the night I met you!” “If only, if only beforehand we knew, Perhaps another husband a castle could drew. And I lucky man could then sleep like a bear!” Yet still he concerned was of house that they share, For what was the cause of such fiercely scare? “But darling what woke you to such of a mood? “What woke me? What woke me? You penniless crude! A picture disgusting as none I have viewed!” The man now was frightened, for what was this thing? Oh what of the malice now devil did bring? And does still this peril in house of theirs cling? “But what darling, what was the source of your rage?” “I live hubby not in the caves of Stone Age, So that with such scenes I would need to engage! For rat, dirty rat have just ran through my throat!” The husband then burst into laughtery note: “You lady were scared by the lunch of a stoat? Now calm yourself woman, be not more afraid . Before has this rat many visits us paid. Now I wouldn’t like a perpetual fight, Please go to sleep, I wish you good night.