An Evergreen Tragedy

There once was a man with desire,
For women of all shades of colour,
When caught by his spouse,
He said to her real nice, and in their own house,
"Hon, I don't make the rules, I just play the game."
He died the same day, along with any fame,
Among his friends whom were all married,
And each of whom now tarried,
When they looked at their own wives,
Saw knives in their bejewelled eyes,
And decided twas safer to shower with kisses,
The woman they each married, and called missus.