The Man Often Hitting His Wife

Recovery is slow, not rapid, When Daddy is publicly stupid, Landing blows of the Intrepid On whom had been his Avowed Cupid. Your worries continue to flow And are faithfully slow, As you keep replaying every blow, Every strange accurate throw On Mother leaving Bruises of Woe. Now sick, your choicest fluid The Tepid, Now rebellious God’s water Not Insipid, Now hateful, Daddy’s mind is vapid, Though popular opinion still sticks to Limpid And terribly dry the air others think Humid … The man often hitting his wife Is stabbing many with a knife!