Wed Woe Poem by Ima Ryma

The Wifey was fit to be tied.
The Hubby forgot her birthday.
She yelled, 'Don't you dare try to hide.'
'By tomorrow in the driveway, '
'There'd better be a gift that goes'
'From zero to 200, and'
'In 6 seconds flat on the nose.'
Hubby said he did understand.
Next morning Wifey sees a box
In the driveway, but small detail.
She opens it, eyes wide in shocks.
Inside she finds a bathroom scale.

The Wifey doesn't really speak.
The Hubby's been missing a week.