My Son's Wife

Atlast,he has married, Am now less worried, My son has brought a wife, Whom together he will share a life, But am confused,she is strange, Hers are a wide cant do work range, Help me please,this wife will kill me ooh. She does not know how to cook, She only prefers ready food on a hook, Preparing food makes her dirty, Her nails are painted in plenty, She can not cut tomatoes, Even picking,she prefers her toes, Help me ooh,this wife will suffocate me. House hold chores are a new thing, She asks me to hire a new house girl, She is too classy to do them, Hers is online twitter chatting, Truly am stuck, I hear she is a slay queen, Dear Lord,lessen my plight… She cant cook with firewood, She prefers gas cooker, Smoke will choke her throat, And make her voice coarse, Today she almost killed me, When i told her to dig, What a hell,son please remarry. Am tired,yes am tired, Son,please look for a decent lady, One with character and well behaved, Look for a typical one, Avoid twerky ones,lest we suffer, Divorce her,lets have peace, Dear son,make mum happy. Poet Igweee