Monday, June 8, 2009

My Husband has Habits

My husband has habits
It's not like the flu
I've called doctors and nurses
but there's nothing to do.

The symptoms are there
and all the red flags
wet towels on doorknobs
and 3 unpacked bags!

Cords here and cords there
and clothes on the ground
dirty or clean?
I must swift through the mound.

When dinner is cooked
he's always concerned.
It's not like his mom's
but now it's my turn.

The truck is a mess
never cleaned out
not vacuumed or wiped,
stains still need some Shout.

 I have not heard of a cure
for this illness called Habits.
Will says it's so common
that I also have it!

-Mae Cousin

1 comment:

Jenny said...

HAHAHAHAH! I love this poem! The same is true for Tom.

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