Love


I wish I knew why my dear little wife
Is mortally afraid of the boxing glove
With which I tenderly hold the knife
To caress her neck and prove my love.

Strange indeed’s my dear little wife
Who begins to howl at my very sight
Simply because of the loving blow
I normally land her before we fight.

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