Woe is me,hubby has man flu
And I really don't know what to do
His sighs and his groans
Irritate my very bones
If I killed him, what would the police do?
At my trial I would have cried
And not a word would I have lied
I would tell them with fervour
It so wasn't murder
But justifiable homicide!
I'm sure not a court in the land
Would do more than smack my hand
He's grumpy and grouchy
Lay all day on the couch, he
Pushes more than I can stand!
My sympathy,friends has it's limits
And my patience has endurance built in it
But I'm not feeling fit
In fact feel like sh1t
But there is no way I can spin it!
So my weekend has not been the best
Neither of us got much rest
But he's away for the week
So life isn't so bleak
Now I get the couch in my vest!!