Trouble Poem by Sharon Andrews

The trouble with my wife
She liked to use a knife
Carrots
Tatas
Sprouts
I gave her what she wanted
Especially when she shouts
Nike
Gucci
Prada
I have to work harder
to fill that lavish larder
Gems
Stems
Ceramic hens
This pace i keep is
enough to give me the bends
Channel
DNKY
No 7
Maybe i'll go to heaven
I only asked for the footie on
Her face changed from off to ON
SLICE
DICE
My wife turned out not so nice
She loved to use a knife
And i payed the ultimate price