That I agree with you.
While you gulp your latest beer,
and call me by a moo.
Yes, dear.
You, I fear.
Though that I never say-
even in bed -
where I let you have your way.
Yes, dear started out as a joke,
a fun thing
and I even accepted a ring.
However, my spirit broke,
and it became the standard reply,
and in silence I cry.
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