A Poet and I Know It.....

Ode to Marriage (Wife’s Lament)

By Dawn


I like the smell of Windex and he likes Coppertone.

He likes to fill our house with friends, I like to be alone.


We disagree on who’s the best rock singer of all time.

Ian Gillian* would be his pick, Rob Halford* would be mine.


While we agree Paul Rodgers* is mostly under-rated,

Lady Gaga, who I love, he has always hated.


I like gymnastics, he likes the Rams.

(I have disdain for most sports fans.)


I like salty, he likes sweet.

I’m a veg and he eats meat.


I know I am right, but we don’t fight, we “agree to disagree”.

Sometimes I even let him “win”…*wink, wink* hey, that’s just me.


“Where do we keep the duct tape?” I’ve often heard him say…

Where we keep it, and where you left it last are surely worlds away.


On our favorite restaurants, we easily agree….

He has this awesome habit of frequently spoiling me!


With all our heart we love our boys with all their silly flaws,

I’d even go so far as to say we love our mother in laws!

(Hey, I know my mom reads my blog! Sorry for the interruption….)


I like art, he likes to rock. I like to read, my man’s a jock.

I love my sweetie, Ruby Sue. (Don’t let him fool you, he does too.)


He has good guys around him. Though “guy-time” I just don’t get…

My awesome girls could rule the world; we just haven’t done it yet.


Sharing a bathroom with this man just might do me in.

Married ladies, help me out, can I get a big Amen!?


Sigh. He’s my rock star, my best friend, and my better half,

So back off ladies, don’t even try, or I’ll shank you in the calf.


The end.

*Google the ancient rockers, young people.