‘Your wife didn’t like her oyster dry.’
Says the incubus to the innocuous.
‘Oh she wouldn’t have liked that;
Oh she wouldn’t have liked that;
Anything stiff gives her such a fright.’

‘Evaporated juice was all she had.’
Says the meticulous to the incredulous.
‘Oh she couldn’t have allowed that;
Oh she couldn’t have allowed that;
Why didn't she offer you her eggs instead?’

‘I think I might have entered your wife.’
Says the spectacular to the newly particular.   
‘Oh you couldn’t have done that;
Oh you couldn’t have done that…’
‘Go to bed.’