When somebody loves you
Who's someone not the spouse of you:
Hell to pay.
Now you're not endeared to
Your geared wife; you fear she'll bier you--
Hell to pay.

Stall her with some tall-tale BS--
She's not buying your spiel.
You feel two-team testes regress,
And you feel the steel of her zeal.

When somebody cleaves you
Of your wood, divest, she'll "beav" you--
Belle to spay.
Realized, your worst fears,
She appears, and up rear her shears;
They'll filet. . .

. . .Your chode, knobby node between 'em:
Legs, where once tool did sway.
Mistress can't make it with you
'cause it's missing; missus snipped you. . .
Gelding flay. . .fell away.