It happened before and will often return
When drunk in a tavern I’m trying to learn
Effective techniques that will help me romance
A nice-looking female with amorous glance.
My wife is forgiving, she thinks I am old
My head is like silver, her heart is like gold,
But demons persistently speak in my ear
Much more than my wife would permit me to hear.
I feel like a dog that is chasing a car
Though energy wanes and I'll never get far
My physical problems will likely relapse...
Says Wifey, "Wrong doctor you're seeing, perhaps."