Wanderer Me Poem by Ima Ryma

I pleaded and the wife let me
Turn an empty spare room into
My very own man cave to be
Where I spend hours and I do
A lot of wandering around
My own man cave pretending that
I am a real cave man who found
My blissful perfect habitat.
Within these hallowed walls no strife
Or stress to dampen down my day.
It is my refuge from the wife
Where I can just wander away.

Of course each day the wife does call,
'It's dinner time, Meanderthall.'