Wardrobe

Stereotyped, 
The lady-like wife
That unwritten law
Of domestic life . . . 

I want to dust in the nude
And cook wearing leather
I want to be very crude
With one pink feather

I want to pant down the ‘phone
As you smile at your boss
I want to scream loud and moan
Bite, scratch, claw and toss

I want to know there’s still passion
For your lady-like wife
Not contentment but hot fire
In domestic life

You know I love you my darling
So much more than the cat
Just climb up on the wardrobe
We haven’t tried that!

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