To curtail loneliness,

He marries a lady he loves,

By the time reality dawns of him

The bride has matured into her real self

As his luck will have it,

She is the type that nags

If he is not strong enough to stomach the distress

He retires from work every day to the beer bar

Returning home tipsy or over the edge

Desecrate his house-help made food

Finds his way to bed

Wishing he has been luckier with his choice of wife