21 09 2011

My wife is very meticulous,

And everything must be just so.

But I think it’s ridiculous ,

Because, if the doors are closed, no one will know.

Her cupboards, drawers and shelves, you see,

Must be kept like a pharmacy,

With everything in the strictest order,

And nothing overlapping a border.

Mal alignment of a shirt,

Is the equivalent of dirt.

Of the hundreds of books in the bookcase,

Not a single one is out of place.

And she can rave and rant,

When she sees a single ant.

Now, all this is to her credit and without blame,

Except that she expects me to be the same..





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