I promised that I'd go to bed
before the midnight hour.
Yet doggy has to take a walk,
and kitty's milk is sour,
and laundry in the wash-n-dry
needs sort and hang and fold...
(my Mom was right, I need a wife,
before I get too old!)

I'd like to have a comfort wife,
Here in my waning days...
A happy, buxom, needy gal
who puts up with my ways
Who'd let me write and paint and strum.
then bed me down with flowers...
(Then walk the dog and fill the
Kitty's bowl
when his milk sours.)