Twenty Years and Counting
I once met an elderly man who had been married many years;
He offered much advice as he sat and drank a beer.
As I gazed at his disheveled chin, I mused to myself,
He must not be a man of means, at least not one of wealth-
For my wife taught me early on that men of substance shave;
"A clean shaven man is quite a prize,"she used to sit and rave.
My mind aflutter, I asked the question that first came to bear:
"What kind of ghastly event in life has caused such a growth of hair?"
"Marriage, of course,"he replied. "And it will soon happen to you-
Just wait another twenty years, and see all a nagging wife can do!"