Marriage

You Start with year One; and boy she's a sweet bun full of fun.

Two year in it Dude; life could'nt be more good.

Four years on; she says it all n u dont go on.

You are onto Six; n she says a peg is too much of a Fix.

Seven year Itch; u find life is nuthin but a Bitch.

Ten year Run; life aint no more Fun.

You git on the eleventh year; you lose your things that are so dear.

And when you touch yer Twenty; you are the wise counsel to a plenty.

For 25 years you Slog; your just another Old Stupid Dog.