There's not enough of love to go around,
When the best of it in your mind is found.
There's not enough love making in your life,
Because you have an ice cube for your wife?
To look inside you may just do the trick,
Though bubbles of deceit it just may prick.
Inside, or out, in the mind, or in fact,
It's always love that a man says he lacked.
The female side then, the equation needs.
For their view the whole situation pleads.
The problem with that boggles the pure mind:
A melted ice cube, just how does one find?
Apologies to the wife, or the spouse,
Before you drink too much; become a souse;
Try harder, or look harder, come what may,
But do not with the ice cubes dare to play.
Frederick
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