I used to enjoy writing limericks, 5-line poems with an AABBA rhyme scheme which are usually humorous. This is meant to be a poem of the people of the north, a fantastical race with different morals than Laina's people.
Husbands
A husband can be nurtured like a plant
And yet also work as hard as an ant
But if he is all work and no pleasure,
Then my dear, he is surely no pleasure.
Some women can take it, but I know I can't.