Lovely lady,
Pray tell what dastardly fate
Awaits their sinful souls when finally cometh naught
But arthritis and diabetes?

Such intensity and white hot passion
Thou hast for her grateful love,
Might ye not follow her to the ends of the earth
In their present middle-age fervor?

But nay,
Dubious is she that ye would not suddenly and
Forcefully draw the line in front of
Ye olde county courthouse.

Hast thou tried their food?