As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a men with Seven Wives,
I said, "Sir, you're looking frazzled!"
He took offence and with some razzle,
Kicked out a jam of force and dazzle,
Me frazzled? Man no way!
With seven wives, child support to pay.
You think I'm stressed,
Damn, I'm blessed!
With seven wives, with seven chests...
On that sordid note, I'm disabling the comments for the moment. There was some fucked up shit being advertised.