Get out of my bed, she yelled at the man
Oh dear, upsetting you not my plan
Thinking of you in I raced
Now there’s feathers all over the place
I’ll just return back to the pen
Get some eggs from your favorite hen
Fry them up, would you love me then?
With bacon, she asked with a huff
Of course my sweet as his chest did puff.
Married relationships are often rough
You have to made of tougher stuff
Being in love not always enough
Sometimes better to ignore the gruff.