Domestic Matters

What is actually going on in this house?

I don’t want to hear any noise from any mouse

Where the hell is my food?

I hope you prepared it good

Who has taken my sandal?

Bring it before I make it a scandal

Darling the children are sleeping

They have been in an all-night wake-keeping

Waiting for you, their dad

But it is so sad

That you always come back barking

Look at how you are alcohol-reeking

Sweetheart, I think it is time you stop preaching

And preferably do some teaching

What do you have there? Is it not whisky?

I have told you always it is risky

I am not ready to lose you now

Why don’t you always want to bow?

Ah! Look at the person talking of risk

Each time I tell you same, you are brusque

Thank heavens you want to sleep

Because the next thing would have been a whip

And there you go as usual, groaning

Why don’t you continue with your moaning? 

What have I not done to keep my husband home?

At times because of alcohol you won’t even come

You asked for food, which I kept on the table

And now for you to eat, you are unable

If not of the children it would have been through

Anyhow, I don’t bother, you give the dough 

Oh my! Oh my! So you thought I was already asleep

So your loving me is ‘cos I assure your upkeep?

I now know the devil I have in the name of a wife

I feel as if I have been pierced with a knife

My world seems to be tumbling over

I think I need to look for a cover  ...

                     To be continued
DSM Lobga