‘How’s ya fancy !!!’

Lying in their double divan bed there’s no rush to get up 
He’s been out and in again to the kitchen to make brews in a cup
He thinks to hiself “I feel a little frisky” 
She’s lying thinking there’s no way we getting amorous coz falling pregnant could be risky
So he’s dropping subtle hints when he starts coughing and a spluterring
She’s scared of him spreading his germs and starts muttering and a’tuttering

“For pity’s sake” she shouts as her spouse barks again
“Stop coughing in my face you are acting insane”
Well he knows now he has blown any chances of abit of how’s ya fancy
As she shuns away his advances from his germs that could be chancy
Now the next time he coughs she goes tightly under cover 
And at that very moment he lets off a massive fart right in her face
“God love her !!!”