If I have to mow my lawn and fix my leaky taps

Hammer in the nails myself and flea the moulting cat

Take out all the garbage, his bottles of red wine

I need beg him for a date to go out and  dine

I cooked for 20 years still he waits for it on his lap

Then I clean the kitchen while he sits and pats the cat

I heard about his man flu daily for a month

But when I had pneumonia all he did was grunt

When we now go walking he rarely holds my hand

I then begin to wonder what I want in a good man

If all the love and passion has now become a chore

I have to wonder why I would ever wed at all

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