John Poem by Andrew Ahile

There was once a man named john
His wife was called the don
By those whose advice she had turned down
Her voice was as loud as a Dane gun
She was the worst thing that had happened to john
Her flaws he scarcely complained of
Because that's when the trouble begun
She always blamed her foes
Anytime the ills of her actions showed
You dirty this, you stinking that
Like the state of her children's clothes
She paid back trouble a hundred fold
And gave her neighbors horrid shows
"John is in the kitchen" so it was often told
For sometimes his wife was too old
But proved to have strength untold
Anytime john got too bold
Her words where harsh and very cold
Sometimes john did call out in dismay
"Won't I eat in this house today? "
"As you can see I am on my way"
"To a meeting with no time for aimless delay"
She was mean she was irrational
She always had something to say
It stunned those that knew her attitude
And to God for their families they gave gratitude
John was known to be quiet and short of words to say
So he drank as his days sailed away
And watched his wife lead his family astray
Johns wife slipped and broke an arm one day
At the same spot where the body of john now lay
There was once a man called john
Who had a wife called the don.
And we would never know
If his life was duly lived
Or he would have changed the tune of his life's song.