I have no posts of Skies to watch
Nor amusing tales for The Spin
I sit with Husband and discuss
How the heck we'll fit it all in.
So we sit and stare and contemplate
What is really necessary to our life.
When I suggest things of his to go
He says, "I could give up a wife."
Then he hits me with this news
He will never move away
So I guess that means I'll
Be living small till
his my dying day.