Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Better with Age?

The wife and I, same age, got old.

So I got me a young girlfriend,

And told the wife, being drunk bold,

I get better with age I grinned,

Just like the old wine that we had

Down in the cellar better aged.

The wife replied I had gone bad,

Just like that darn old wine she raged.

Then with a pan she knocked me out.

Wine bottles showed when I came to.

The wife was testing me no doubt,

Whether my age theory was true.

Am I a better aging feller

Since the wife locked me in the cellar?