No Ice; Shaken, Not Stirredbygreenmountaineer©
Some say an angry cuckold's knife
Should be the price.
Having seared my loins with his wife,
I hold with those who'd ice my life.
But if I had to be ghosted twice
For oats I've sown and now must reap,
I hope at least it would suffice
To die asleep
And not die thrice.