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