My Day In Rhyme

My Wife Is Home
–an original poem by Jeff Weddle

The doors are slamming and the cries are shattering,
I have things to say but they’re not very flattering.

I want to put back the jellies, but I can’t find the lids,
The house is a mess due to my brain dead kids.

Someone’s always talking, I don’t know what they say,
Someone’s always hanging on me and getting in my way.

The stench from my son says there’s a job to do,
But I can never get it all, it sticks like glue.

My wife is at work and the hours are slow,
I wish they’d hit the toilet but on the floor they go.

I have visions of escape, maybe go to Rome,
But ah my wife, my wife is now home.

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