There is that ;-) although by the time I'm lying awake in the middle of the night getting annoyed by my inability to go back to sleep, I often think a comforting cuddle would be just what I could do with. (Mind you, if there were a woman with me, then by Murphy's Law she'd be fast asleep and unwilling to wake up and provide one, of course.)

But if you changed the number of women you might not *mind* not getting back to sleep. ;)
and clearly the balance of elements including the fifth one, custard, is the most important thing. I quote you on this:
"Insert custard at your discretion
by means of a flexible hose
And see if you cause a recession
before it comes out of your nose."

That one always annoyed me. The recession line was the first thing I thought of that rhymed and scanned sensibly, but ten minutes after I sent it to you I realised that "see if it cures your depression" would be much better since it's actually something one might (just about) attempt to do by application of custard! :-) Esprit d'escalier strikes again...

But that would make far too much sense! I much prefer the implication that I could fit all the custard in the world inside me and thus send the economy into a decline.