My wife's a good looker, she can spot anything
No matter how well hidden she'll find the thing
I look in the cupboard unable to see
She comes along and points it out to me
Then like magic it appears before my eyes
I am sure it was hiding there in disguise
She must have X-ray vision like Superman
I don't know why she bothers with this old man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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