Dead ringer

Here is a gem for all the married folk out there.

JUPITER’S RINGS

Dear wife of mine
Please understand
I’m a fun-loving, beer drinking
Simple man

I see your bags are packed
You’re on your way out
Here’s a few words
That I thought about

I love you more than so many things
Like bowling, strippers, and Jupiter’s rings

I love the stuff that you brings
Like, beer, nachos, and onion rings

I didn’t mean all those stupid things
Like missing our anniversary or that little fling

Think back to that day
When I gave you that ring
How big was my smile?
How you made my heart sing
I was light on my feet
Like I could take wing!
If you leave now
To your feet I would cling!

And now my dear wife
I’ve run out of ings
So, on your way out
Could you get me a beer?