Wife Precious
This is the wife’s rejoinder to my earlier post – HUSBAND. Of course, both are written with male and female perspectives and are a figment of my imagination.
I thought I married a scrupulous, true gentleman,
how did he ever become a sly, conniving ‘yes’ man?
When did he ever buy me a real precious stone?
All he does is buy the cheapest American clone
My husband believes he’s as funny as they come
I humour him all along, in front of his adoring mom
He thinks he wears the proverbial pants at home
I let him be, as long as he is willing to stay home
Not that his company is preferable to that of women
Once outside, at women he’ll gawk, men will be men
All his show and admittance of love is just a farce
Most men are narcissistic and selfish, love is scarce
I had expressed many a time my undying love for him
He says I am a good actor, and I should do well in a film
He’s romantic though, but always at the wrong time
His spirits, high during dinner, are out before bedtime
Let me say the most truthful thing ever, however
The truth that takes root, lasts in our heart forever
Neither man nor woman is complete in all aspects
Only together they can be complete in all respects
mbfarookh
Copyright © MB Farookh | Year Posted 2023
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