ix222@sdccs6.UUCP (11/26/83)
# the stayed husband well i know the passions led me here, before the solomn altar which i stand; it were the fault of excess in grass and beer, that led me in the evening to seek my lady's hand. few may lie with roses and not be pricked; fewer still may squeeze the skunk and not be sprayed; and so it is i find me fairly licked, by my own amusements now betrayed. were that i were some other in a distant land, where the marry ceremony is more lightly played; but my marry sweetie saw me humor and she panned, and evidently it's me the husband who'll be staid.