Spend Your Way Out of Stupid Fights: A Lesson Delivered Through Limerick
There once was a girl named Nelly,
Who loved cakes, cookies, and jelly
Always cold, she did feel,
Her discomfort was real,
She preferred the weather in New Delhi.
Her husband was a young lad named Steve,
Nelly’s shivers, he did not believe,
He always felt hot,
So they fought a lot,
“Stop turning the heat up, or I’ll leave!”
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