Irregular He brought her roses, And many hoses. To water her plants, And some new watering-pants. He was irregular and she liked it, He wasn't the guy that was lazy and would only lie down and sit. He said I Love You three times each day, And she did the same, the first thing she ever said to him when she first saw him being Hey. They were athletic and cheap, Knowing junk would turn into a worthless heap. She couldn't help but to smile at his heart, She knew it'd never fall apart. Days passed, followed by months, Soon he started doing deer hunts. It was irregular, she told herself. Then she painted the word and put it on her shelf. A month passed and their love combined, Into two children with the color of the sun in their eyes. Both were daughters, special and sweet. Nothing could ever be better to win the compete. Years followed, and food came to the table, Followed by more deer, until she wondered if it were edible. She asked him after dinner and he said Yes, It's Edible. Why Do You Doubt? She answered, I Don't, But We Haven't Yet Eaten Cow. So he hunted cow and brought it back, The whole family loving that. She was happy with her irregular husband, Who wouldn't give her up for many in the trillions.