The farmer likes Adele
The farmer dates Adele
Hi ho! He's merry, oh
The farmer's in Adele
The farmer has a wife
The wife has a knife
Oh no! Not merry, oh
The wife stabs Adele
The wife enters a plea
Her plea? Not guilty
Although she's very, no?
It was a hung jury
This poem's getting worse
I wouldn't be averse
If anybody reading this
Can help me with a verse
Everything's inane
Reality's my bane
A dozen psychiatrists
Declared me insane