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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.