Soul of a Perfectionist Life of a Couch Potato

Don’t criticise me from this poem You’ll understand once I bring it home I used to love DIY I was a fanatic But it took me a long time and drove my wife spastic She used to curse and say you not finished yet You’ll end up leaving it half done I bet I got so flustered it end been true I could not see anything through So I’d lay there and would not budge Watching TV stuffing my face with fudge She’d scream at me and says get off your lazy ass Get the lawn mower and cut the grass You know the saying “you can lead an ass to the water but you can’t make it drink” I’d lay on the couch staring at the TV and wouldn’t blink Now I was not this sort of person But she was impatient and her attitude would worsen I was a perfectionist in my minds eye When it came to the thing I loved doing, DIY Now I lay here a couch potato Watching her face go red like a plum tomato