That’s all
I may not be skinny,
She may not be fat,
But that is all,
I’ll say about that.
I’m not your nurse,
She’s not your wife,
So why do you ask her,
To help you through life?
I don’t pretend,
To be something I’m not,
But she seems confused,
She does quite a lot.
I don’t hold your hand,
But she holds it tight,
And she gets to hear,
The last “Good-night.”
But one thing we share,
And I’m sure you’d concur,
She really hates me,
And I really hate her.
I have a husband,
And she has one too,
So why does she need,
To find comfort in you?
What ever the reason,
I no longer care,
She better quit,
Or I’ll pull out her hair.
I have no problem,
Taking back what’s mine,
And she will soon learn,
It’s just a matter of time.
You are MY husband,
And you may be a rat,
But that is all,
I’ll say about that.
poem by Karin Collins
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