I took a leaf out of her book and tried to speak non stop
I ran a hundred miles, though she thought that I would drop
I had to run away, because I chose to answer back
I tried to hide away, but she then went on the attack
She reached inside her memory, to trace my whereabouts
She found the place I'd hidden, and she turned it inside out
But In anticipation, I had doubled back around
And when she realised I'd gone, she made an awful sound
Imagine if you will, a pig that's squealing for it's life
Well, that's the noise that's emanating from my angry wife
And when she finally finds me, I'm sure I will regret
Speaking out of line and not apologising yet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem