Henpecked Poems - Poems about Henpecked

We were drinking in the Eagles Nest; a cozy little pub, one Friday evening after work completed in the scrub. Most of us are timber workers, who get paid on Friday night, so we’re all cashed up and...Read the rest...

Doreen acted like the brain of Britain Answering questions on the TV quiz show She would sit and shout out the answers Her face would have a smug rosy glow Her poor husband Harold could do nothing right She would...Read the rest...

Do you dare to hear this story, listen to the rant of a cuckold tale This story will give you nightmares if your masculinity has begun to fail Despondent voice of said henpecked man was recorded secretly at a support...Read the rest...

HENPECKED She’s written all over his back: “Kick me” “loser” She holds the reigns. “Whoa… where do you think your going?!” His children walk over his cobblestone back With their ten pound clown shoes Those aching feet whine endlessly: “Father, I need more...Read the rest...

“Time for a break. ‘She calls out to me.’ Come in ‘She says’ And make the tea.” © Harry J Horsman 1993...Read the rest...