Moan
Old Seth has been a farmer all his life, up at 5am. 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year. No matter what the weather, and back to bed at 11pm. He had led a hard life, supported by his wife Bess, who bore his children and ran the home.
Seth then retired and had time on his hands. he read the newspapers, and when he had finished he read the women's magazines, which Bess bought.
After reading "What the doctor says" in one of them, he calls Bess.
"Come here lass, I've found out what's been wrong all these years".
"Oh! and what would that be"? asks Bess. "Well the doctor here says that when we make love you should moan, so next time we make love, I want you to moan".
So the next time they cosy up Bess says "shall I moan now"? "No lass, I'll tell you when to moan" says Seth. At the right moment he says "Now lass moan".
"Well Seth, just look at the state of the ceiling
But I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk.