Do you feel sometimes your guy
Just doesn’t have a clue?
That he isn’t trying very hard
To please and honor you?
He wipes dirt upon the towel
We grind out teeth and moan
But really, are we better off
If we were all alone?
His clothes dropp in a messy heap
Once he has stripped them off
We stand there at the doorway
We frown and then we cough
He perhaps leaves the toilet seat
Standing high and tall
Do you sometimes wish that you
Didn’t have him there at all
Did you love him at one time?
Sometimes we have to deliberate
And think of life without him
And if we’d like that kind of fate!
Oh, this is so funny and so real! ! Fortunately, I ignore whatever my husband does to annoy me whether he is doing it on purpose or not. It made my day, thank you. Another '10'.
interesting one, well observed traits! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! , i like it thanks
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I would like to translate this poem
We stand there at the doorway We frown and then we cough Rachel Ann Butler