Sorry, Darling, but this comedic venture of ours must to an end finally come:

Here is my handkerchief, I knew you would cry, but tut! You knew we'd come undone

After that rogue baseball hit your sister and I laughed. Do you remember that night?

You said "Our relationship is like a bank, it needs a bailout because it is too big to fail."

Lehman's way we go! But see, here, give me your left hand – that I might

Pluck this gem, the one from Christmas. Stop, stop! No more, do not wail!

I loved you once, to be sure, but my family I love more, and to go on and shun

Them any longer would be a capital crime in God's court. Now, cheer up! Some rum?