The Poet's Wife
Wife grumbles all day through:
"Just look, writes poems, idiot!
His brain's got really crooked.
The house needs fixing up a lot.
You should've planted the garden
The Spring is in its prime".
The husband howled: "Pardon,
My Spring's a winter time! "
Her grumbling makes him mad.
He's feeling so queasy,
That he doesn't write, feels bad.
The life of the Poet isn't easy.
As soon as the wife's mood changes
The Poet becomes an Angel.
Toils all Summer and Autumn
And can't lift up his bottom.
His wife seems to have changed.
She is no more a stranger.
Becomes again his own:
To be plucked, sniffed, and thrown.
But with the Winter's coming
The Poet writes still more.
The wife renewed her humming:
"I've got myself a bore! "
The plight of most of the poets portrayed nicely.Enjoyed reading the poem.
a lovely and beautiful poem, sir! " As soon as the wife's mood changes The poet becomes an Angel." - beautiful and humorous lines. i enjoyed it very much.
Thank you very much, Jagdish, for your nice comment. I'm just happy.
Ahha! yes, i recall 'helping' you on this one. it should be sung to a hard-driving tune, and broadcast the world over. of course i'll accept some of your royalties! ! to MyPoemList. bri edwardS! hee-hee :) 'hang in there' fellow husband.
Wives are strange creatures. When everything in the house is good, they do not like something. We have to endure. God endures us and tells us to endure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a great humorous write, Valentin..10+++
Thank you, dear Bernard' for the highest evaluation of my poem.