Farmer Fred's Lament

Farmer Fred reports to me, His wife just turned forty three. He claims the sex ain’t what is used to be. “She’s always tired and sick of me.” “Oh! Every so often she gets drunk, Then she thinks I’m quite the hunk.” “She wants to play for hours on end.” “Night after night she lies there dead, When suddenly there’s a tiger in my bed.” “I can’t figure out what gets in her brain.” “My wife,” says he “is really quite the pain.” “But I love her just the same; “And since she’s willing to put up with me, I think I’ll keep her till she’s eighty three.”