Why is it that my wife
whom BTW I treasure and adore
chooses moments like this
when I've just made her supper
vacuumed the rug and swept the floor
picked up the kitchen
put away the dishes
to tell me how much more
housework she does
and how unequal it would look
if we were keeping score
I'm sure she's right
but something in the timing
frustrates my usual effort not to bore
her with excuses and leads me
to vent with this insipid rhyming
which I vehemently deplore