'' Wife Or The Mother '' Poem by Bri Mar

Big brave and strong,
We're rarely wrong,
Failure is not in our genes,
With life in general we play along,
We are but well oiled machines.

Requiring assistance,
We'll show resistance,
We'll manage is our way of life,
Our watchword will always be persistence,
That's how we deal with our strife.

We do know best,
When put to the test,
From mistakes we tend not to learn,
The challenge will always fill us with zest,
Respect we tend not to earn.

A cold will kill,
When we get ill,
That never happens to you,
Our poor lives are all uphill,
I can't get rid of this flu.

From young to old,
We do remain bold,
We let nothing stand in our way,
Asking for help does leave us cold,
It causes an internal affray.

I will not lie,
We will always get by,
With the occasional word of advice,
Who it's from we tend to deny,
If I told you I'd pay the price.

Don't dare shout,
The secret is out,
The truth we males cannot smother,
At any time we are ever in doubt,
We just ask the,

‘' Wife Or The Mother ‘'