Some household works are not unlike tennis a lot of ways
that the husband against the wife almost every day plays,
who wins each game no one will ever find it hard to guess
but there will be no dull moment to watch the game’s progress.
Game 1, husband (serves) , cook for lunch to wife he dares to ask,
the wife answers (hits back the ball) to mate gives back the task,
husband replies (volleys) , says that she knows the proper way,
the wife gets mad (drives hard) and the first point she piles away.
Game 2, the wife says (serves) time it was the den they should paint,
husband answers (returns service) he likes a moss green tint,
the wife replies (back-hands the ball) says she prefers pale blue,
husband tried to insist (smashed the ball) but erred, point he blew.
There were six more hard games husband and wife went on to play,
to the poor man, luckless, not one of them did go his way,
he got power but the good wife showed that she is clever,
point after point the lead she built, soon game was all over.
Love-set record gave poor husband truly a big heart sore,
but lost no hope someday he will overturn the score,
mental back wall he built to firm up each tennis stroke,
improve his game he vowed to save himself from heart stroke.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Haha! What a greatly humorous write! But soooo much truth! Haven't you learned that the woman will always win? Enjoyed this piece immensely!