TO A PATIENT WIFE
Remorse descends upon me now
As I recall our marriage vow,
And think of things I did not do
That might have lessened toil for you.
I never learned to grow a flower I never learned to make a fire,
To fix the roof or hang a door
Caricature of Jim Guy Tucker who is dressed in armor and helmet, in jester's shoes, atop a horse draped in medieval garb, two-footed with jester's legs and shoes. [Signature on verso: To Margaret on Farkleberry night! with best wishes, Jim Guy].