In My Opinion

It's all a matter of opinion We all have one of these We always have something to say Even if no one agrees My wife say I don't have one I have to ask her what to say She thinks I'll say something stupid She says I'm just made that way If we go to a fancy restaurant She orders what food we'll eat She tells me when I'm finished And when to leave my seat Even on our wedding day Before I could say, "I do" She told the preacher, "Of course, he does" So I just mumbled, "True" If it sounds like I am henpecked My wife says that's not true She says to tell you, "You're all wrong" She doesn't tell me what to do Well, I think I'll end this poem And try to get on with my life But before I go, there's one more thing I probably better ask my wife