Ode to my Grumpy Wife

Ode to my grumpy wife

My wife was hanging pictures on the wall

about the time I asked her what’s for tea,

she screamed, “your dinner’s in the shopping mall!”

How could she speak that way to poor old me?

The next day she was underneath the car

with socket set and spanners all around,

I told her I was heading to the bar

but woke up later, lying on the ground,

a twenty-three mil socket near my head

with loads of blood – I thought someone had died!

“Take that lot to the pub!” I think she said.

It spoiled my night, however hard I tried

to understand the workings of my wife,

she’s been like this throughout our married life!