The worst of man’s vices Is his fear of crises. Now, why be a pessimist? And miss the sun behind the mist? There is good in catastrophes, Even wars have trophies. To clear up this mystery, Here’s my friend’s history.
His name was lucky Jim. One day, he, out of. whim, Got so bold as to dare Starting a secret affair. Everything went smooth, To tell you God’s truth. But not for very long! To cut short, this sad song, He was found by the wife, Planning for future life. For a while, our friend, Thought this was the end. Soon he came to realize, What he thought wasn’t wise, Things turned to his benefit, As if fate had never hit. Now, his meals are freshly made, Always has a warm bed. The wife promised not to roam. She will always stay at home. She will do what is right: Won’t let him out of sight. Now, things are not so bad, Only occasionally, he gets mad.
