A Womans Role
What is it about women
That makes them think their role
Is to deprive their starving husbands
Of the food that feeds their soul
So I’m a few pounds overweight
Really, that’s no big deal
I want to eat the food I like
It’s how it makes me feel
She says that fruit is good for me
Takes pains to tell me why
Well breakfast’s an important meal
So I have apple pie
She’s always pushing food at me
Like vegetables and nuts
So I oblige reluctantly
With two or three doughnuts
What is the problem I protest
I’m doing what you ask
Just change how you prepare them
That’s not too hard a task
It matters not, I always say
If I don't do what I'm told
I won't live much longer anyway
I'm already pretty old
They keep on persisting
Like they could not care less
About us poor men's wishes
And disregard our happiness
It’s degrading when I have to sneak
Into the Cookie jar
She’s guarding o’er the candy dish
I have to steal a chocolate bar
It’s bad for me she tells me
It’ll cause all kinds of ills
I say that's impossible
’Cause I’m taking all these pills
I’ve finally caved, I’ve given in
So my health I do not botch
So I’ll just sit here brooding
And finish my bottle of scotch
Copyright © Vic Pister | Year Posted 2013
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