Union Jack and EU Jill's
divorce to be contested.
Said Jill: Get out, you lousy sod.
And Jack: We'll still have ***, yes?

My wife
makes up the bed so nice,
pillow, quilt, and linen;
but if
I sleep a bit too late
she'll make me up right in 'em.

So there I was just kicking dirt,
mopping sweat from brow and shirt,
when you walked by all smiles and skirt;
a glass of cold iced tea.