She Gets Her Way After All
The soup's too hot, honey
and my drink's too cold
The lettuce is wilted
the avocado's old
The soup took forever
though the potatoes are still hard
The brisket cooked so long
it's completely charred ...
It's alright, dear, a master chef you're not
but you ARE the loveliest wife
And in case you doubt me for a second
I'm taking you out to dinner
~ every night of our married life
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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