In which I imagine these could be the lyrics of my first country and western song. Enjoy, please!

There’s no kisses with the dishes anymore,

No hugs when I am mopping up the floor,

She has no feeling for me anymore down below,

I feel married to my sister, don’t ya know.

There’s no kisses with the dishes anymore,

Quoth the Raven in the story ‘Nevermore’,

There’s no flirting, so it is hurting my ego,

There’s no teasin’ and a squeezin’ down below.

She took a pass on  diapers to get a degree,

Now she has many responsibilities,

There’s no time for us together anymore,

And there's no reason to close the bedroom door.

My wife is always traveling don’t you know,

Tonight she has meetings in Chee-cago,

It’s good-bye kisses as she’s running out the door,

And there’s no kisses with the dishes anymore.

She phoned she’s not coming home from Buffalo

She and Brad were caught by all that snow,

She tells me she misses me all the more,

This happened with Bradley twice before.

There’s no kisses with the dishes anymore,

No hugs when I am mopping up the floor,

She has no feeling for me anymore down below,

I feel married to my sister, don’t ya know.