My Honeymoon Cruise

He was hung like a horse
This man from the Norse
My wife wanted the wanger
Of the man from Stavanger

With us just only 2 days wed
Wanted him In our bridal bed
He, glad to oblige her whim,
Began their adulterous sin.

And so, he moved into our suite
To sample my honeymoon treat
I watched as my wife undressed
He copped a feel of her breasts.

Two hours after first embarking
They were sexually mellarking
Using her mouth as a dock
For his fine Norwegian cock

What was worse, I hate to report
(It goes against what I was taught)
My wife took his python shaft
In both her “fore” and her “aft”

That wasn’t my honeymoon plan
To sit and wait while another man
Takes pride in lustful wife-poking
It hurts like hell and I’m not joking

So in a lonely single cabin the journey spent I
While lustful wife did not Norse anything deny.
They lived in butlered suited bliss
I lay, ashamed, with no wife to kiss.

And worse to say, he made my bride a pregger
Even before we got to the port of Zeebrugge.
She bore my cuckolder a Nordic son
(He’s nearly reached the age of one).

I rained thousands of curses on the whore
I divorced her as soon as allowed by law
My marriage ending declaration was witty
And pithy. I used the above rhyming ditty