So I asked my husband, when he came home from refereeing high school basketball.
He first suggested "my husband is such a wonderful guy" and when I said "no way" he changed it to "I am such a lucky gal" and then went off to have a shower.
I tried. I tried his first suggestion, and came up with:
my husband is such a wonderful guy
I can’t think of anyone wonderfuller even if I actually try
his humility is exceeded
followed by a couple of seriously uncomplimentary lines. Not nice.
Then I had a go at his second suggestion. Still not particularly complimentary, but at least I wrote more than half a dozen lines.
I am such a lucky gal
my husband is the perfect pal—
he doesn’t listen when I talk,
at my suggestions he will balk.
he leaves open drawers and doors
and seldom sweeps or mops the floors,
he chews gum beside my ear
so no other sound I hear.
when we, together, watch TV
and there’s something he can’t see,
he will question blind old me
despite my cataract surgery.
however, I think I’ll keep him, despite
the number of times per day we fight
he’d be difficult to replace alright
because who else could stand the sight
of me in the morning, hair all messed,
teeth in a jar, and Kay not dressed?