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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