As Ugly As a Wicked Witch

I told my wife that she looks like a wicked witch. And then I had to go to the hospital to be stitched. She's always been angry and bitter because she's not good looking. She looks even more like a witch when she eats because her face turns green from my terrible cooking. She tells people that she's pretty but they refuse to hear her. I have to clean up the broken glass after she looks in mirrors. If each broken mirror brings seven years of bad luck, she's in for seven hundred unlucky years. I also have bad luck because she says that she'll never leave me and that drives me to tears. (This is a fictional poem)