two faces of married life

Girl’s viewpoint:

 

My mum used to say ‘being single’ was the best

Way to retain our youth and our zest

For only a computer could efficiently cope

With every household chore – and yet not mope.

But being real dubious, I just could not rest

And so, sad to say, put her advice to test

The day I got married, I saw stars in the skies

And quite a few of them were reflected in my eyes

But I shudder to think now of how I have fared

After having into the realms of matrimony dared

 

His dirty unshaven face greets me in the morn

With a gruff ‘Good morning’ and a stifled yawn

The stubble on his chin really looks bad

Wherever did he acquire that really crazy fad?

His weight has increased – he’s indeed very stout

And his seams always burst, without any doubt

Where, oh where, is the handsome lad I married

To become whose wife, for some months I had tarried

I shudder to think now of how I have fared

After having into the realms of matrimony, dared

 

His tantrums and threats, the frown on his brow

Clearly his impatient nature do show

His very firm chin, his stubborn countenance

His explosive words or meaningful glance

Have shown me since  long, his really true nature

And had assured me ere long, he was not really mature

I shudder to think now of how I have fared

After having into the realms of matrimony dared

 

His ever-so-often visits to the local clubs

In order to escape playing with his ‘cubs’

His pretexts to escape from a shopping spree

Have really tormented and infuriated me.

His interest in his work, and in his great ‘trade’

Have often me, in my appointments, delayed

For when I’m all dressed and ready to go out

Up does he, with a ready excuse, sprout

I shudder to think now of how I have fared

After having into the realms of matrimony dared

 

His sheer conceit is there, to top the vices all

He often does boast that girls over him, fall

He always does answer, the amber fluid’s call

He just can’t resist, he just can’t stall

For after all you know, he is a pleasure seeker

And his gift of the gab has made him a speaker

Over his many troublesome habits do I have to mourn

Oh! I’d never have married had I but known !!

I shudder to think now of how I have fared

After having into the realms of matrimony dared

 

And yet….he’s my hubby, yes, my very own

So I neither would like to be left all alone

So I love him and I serve him as only a woman could do

And am to him a real wife, true

And by all the vows that ever men have broke

By numbers more than women ever spoke

I swear again now, I’ll be faithful, loyal, and true

For he’s quite a ‘good un’ according to my view..

 

 

Boy’s viewpoint:

 

Have you ever known, have you ever heard

Of the truthful girl, who always kept her word

I’m really sorry to say that those privileged few

Have not included in their ranks, my better-half too

Her manners and her airs; her moth-eaten pride

Her strict set of rules [she rarely does abide]

Have made me realize soon the folly of my youth

And have opened my eyes to the unbearable truth.

Is a woman being worth married to, let me ask that

Now can you understand, what I’m aiming at?

 

She rises with the larks, and is up and above at dawn

She has indeed got brains, more than she has brawn

She haggles with the vendors, she shouts at the boys

Who come to sell their wares, and their half-broken toys

And when the milkman comes, she blames him a lot

His slightest slip or mistake are very soon caught

My sympathies are there with all these men

Who have to face the beast, just out from its den

Is a woman worth being married to, let me ask that

Now can you understand, what I’m aiming at?

 

Her unkempt and disheveled hair is really a sight

On the least pretext, she is ready for a fight

Her night-gown hangs about her – all crumpled up with wear

When she wakes up from her sleep, she looks anything but fair

And every night her routine is to use those cold creams

That will help her to get many pleasant dreams

Of her skin, her complexion, and her lovely figure

Which, incidentally, now, is much, much bigger

Is a woman worth being married to, let me ask that

Now can you understand, what I’m aiming at?

 

Cosmetics are used, mostly by the dozens

For her aim in life is to be prettier than her cousins

Her raised eye-brow, which volumes does speak

My chances of replying –which are indeed bleak

Her defiant glare, in return for a stare

The situation which has advanced beyond repair

Have made me repent that I have given my hand

To a petite soft-spoken lady who can subdue the whole land

Is a woman worth being married to, let me ask that

Now can you understand, what I’m aiming at?

 

 

Her urge to buy more than what she wants

And to visit all her favorite hotels, and haunts

To go to a beauty parlor and waste all her time

To spend all her pounds, but save all her dimes

Her desire to tag the children along, wherever we do go

In spite of the fact that they shout and create a row

Her refusal to enjoy life, just because they are there

Have made me for golf, more than ever, care

Is a woman worth being married to, let me ask that

Now can you understand, what I’m aiming at?

 

 

But yet, she’s my wife, who never leaves me alone

Whose feelings for me, by her actions are shown

And in my better moments, I always do feel

That cupid’s a rogue, a cad, and a heel

For he, as you know, is a knavish lad

Who revels in mischief, and in making mortals sad

So long live my wife,- the only one I love

With sparkling doe-like eyes, and the cooing of a dove………