Poor woman!
Poor woman! Needs someone to police!
Children out o’ the house gives her no peace!
Got to have somebody to monitor;
Over someone got to be an arbiter.
Comes from years of oversight
Child rearing takes all your might!
Well, I offer myself to be bossed
(Yes, I’ve counted the cost:
Bills unpaid and gettin’ lost;
Might as well into the street get tossed!)
I’ll keep my Jayne; she’s a blast
(I know I’ll need her ’til the very last!)
I can’t imagine, really, a better wife;
Her perfection, I see, abolishes any strife.
And what without her would I do?
Well, we do have a fine crew!
With some strain, we’ll make it through.
1135 on 9 Sept., 2022
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