1 I married when I was young, yeah, a woman just as hale and hearty as me and course I still had to hang out with friends and weekends I’d be off with ‘em drinking and spending all the week’s pay from Friday evenin’ till Sunday night
But my wifey ne’er understood that and one Sunday night she’a said to me “Why do you do this, mon? How’d you feel if you don’t get to see me for so many days?”
“Fine by me, sweetie,” I said as fast and as witty, even in drink
2 and that night I didn’t see her and come Monday I didn’t see her and come Tuesday I didn’t see her and so on Wednesday and came Thursday, the swelling went down a little and I saw my wifey again hale and hearty out of the corner of my right eye
...poem based on a joke I picked up at the drinking pool round the corner....and I see my wifey full with both my eyes, her tough hands kneading dough...