Wife O wife!

Wife O Wife!wife oh wife,
the first moment i looked at you
you looked so bright,
adolescence was the time when to me you seemed just right,
Past times were beautiful
whenever i gaze through my familiar bottle of wine,
But Alas!those faded memories seem very fine.

But the word 'fine' is not here to stay,
as its only a small passage between bar and bedroom
where horror potrays,
Yes Oh Yes!those past days!is just a self satifactory dose-
And game is of self-deceiving which i play.