She has a tedious life one has to say
with a procession of dull days spend indoors
hidden at home whilst her man is at play
a stay at home wife that he adores.
A woman in the same faded shabby dress
for months on end she’s hardly been out.
he in his hat and brolly dressed to impress
a pompous fop show-off, lording it about.
She lives in his shadow as he rules the roost
standing aside as he boasts that he’s brave
dutiful wife waits, unfairly rarely introduced
he stands with a smile or a genial wave.
He sends her out when he can’t take the heat
and stays in shade on the rare sunny days,
she hopes at then a new lover to meet
then fades back indoors to mend her ways.
Just now and then they’re seen side by side
perhaps the moment when she thinks to leave
does he beg her to stay, his once lovely bride?
A quiet domination his own way to weave.
Not much excitement, their home tiny yet grand
a life of shared separation spouse by spouse,
virtual prisoners on fragile balanced stand
there silently in their Kendall weather house.
I wrote this some years ago by it made me laugh when I looked at our little weather house that is older than me. Even they look as though they have decided to work from home.
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