While driving on the back nine
I came upon a fellow.
His head was low, the tears did flow,
I neared him saying “Hello”

“Sir, you seem upset.
Is there something I can do?”
He raised his head, with face all red,
his woe was to ensue.

"I ‘m married to a woman,
age 30 less than mine.
Her skin so pure, with sweet allure,
like roses on a vine."

"My favorite foods she cooks me,
each and every night.
When we retire, she comes afire,
then loves with all her might."

“Sir, I hate to stop you,
ecstatic you should be!
Most men would die, give their left eye,
to trade places hastily.”

Pointing to his brain,
he said it was a sive.
“I’ve gone AWOL and can’t recall
exactly where I live.”