She told him he was fainéant,
He said that she was puerile;
She said he was a recreant,
He said, “You’re pulsatile.”
She said, “You are a belletrist!
You up for conjugality?”
He said, “I am an amorist,
And love connubiality.”
And deep within their macarism
They felt felicific:
A species of polypsychism
Utterly salvific