My beast of a wife,
Who’s the scourge of my life,
Made me go out for a walk.
Sulking and huffing,
And wheezing and puffing,
All the while making me talk.
Gasping for air,
We climbed up a mountain.
It’s name is now Hubris Hill.
For it was only my pride
From a well deep inside,
That ensured I’m not up there still.
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