My husband, the poet

Who knew my husband was a poet? This was too good not to share.

A friend of his posted this picture on Facebook as a joke, asking for a caption. DH promptly wrote a villanelle to go with it. When I was unemployed, I drank too much and watched too much TV. He writes villanelles!

Do Not Set Me On Fahr, Please, Wife O’ Mine

Do not set me on fahr, please, wife o’ mine
Don’t make me start packing my old grey trunk.
See, I did not bang cousin Clementine.

I been good to you, and I walk the line,
I swear to God we did not share a bunk.
Do not set me on fahr, please, wife o’ mine.

I like her just fine, but wasn’t tryin’,
Just once back in aught-six, but hopes were sunk.
See, I did not bang cousin Clementine.

She came over here at quarter o’ nine,
We went out back and brought up some old junk.
Do not set me on fahr, please, wife o’ mine.

Down yonder by the abandoned mine,
We shot the breeze and then drank some some crunk.
See, I did not bang cousin Clementine.

I took off mah clothes and sat on this pine,
I cannot help what I do when I’m drunk.
Do not set me on fahr, please, wife o’ mine,
See, I did not bang cousin Clementine.