I Buying For Wife Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

I Buying For Wife



As a poor husband.
My wife's clothes are a mystery to me.
Many a man would nod in agreement.
Shopping for my wife's clothes is a tak I resent.
I dont know her bra size or her waist.
Run around the shops in blind haste.
Get them off the shelf in the basket.
And avoid all eye contact withe other females within the vicnity.
For some reason, I cannot relax.
I feel like saying I'm buying for my wife.
She's the same size as you.
Oh clothes shopping is making me blue.
I have to make a point of showing my ring.
Just ion case the sales assistant.
Becomes very resistant.
To my huge task.
I am but a poor husband, boy m I harrassed.
Its not the fact I am embarrassed.
Get my loot home for my otherr half.
Drop the clothes into the middle of the floor.
Go red as my wife begins to laugh.
And gafaw.
All I can see is get it yourself.
i'm off down to the pub to seek solace with my fellow cavemen.
Into the den where clothes are taboo.
The trials and tribulations of the married man.

I Siddiqi 12.07.08

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