True Love
She tells me at length stuff that bores me to death, but when it's my turn, then it's 'don't waste your breath'. Whatever she's used, she won't put it away. She rings when I'm busy, with nothing to say.
All over the house she leaves on all the lights. Her snoring is certain to wake me a 'nights. She will interrupt when I'm watching TV. She still rings the doorbell, though she's got a key.
If she wants a thing, it must be 'right away', but if it's for me then I'm waiting all day. When she doesn't listen and makes a right mess, who has to sort it? Well, I'll give you one guess.
When there' s something special that I want to do, she'll put on the kibosh. She's always on cue. If she's in a shop then the thing she'll demand is hardest or dearest or never to hand.
If I need some quiet she bugs me all day. She will beg to differ with all that I say. She spends all the money that I scrimp and save. But if I get angry she still won't behave.
If I paint a room, then she'll wait till I'm through and say 'changed my mind, now - 1 don't like that blue!' She loves back seat driving - it drives me insane! So let's not mince words - she's a right little pain!
And yet I still love her, despite all her ways; whatever she does and whatever she says. She's my trusty sidekick, my very best friend. It's true, even though she drives me round the bend!
Nigh on forty years and I've not wrung her neck. And if that's not love, then what is? Flipping heck!