I’m a downtrodden wife
his trouble and strife
Is this my life?

He doesn’t help with chores
in between snores
says “ask her indoors”

The kids avoid him
I fulfil their whims
no point in asking him

I don’t know why he married me?
I could never be
what he wanted me to be

I’m never good enough
he says I look rough
so no more *** stuff

I wanted to work
but the chauvinistic ****
wouldn’t allow this perk

I can’t wait ‘till the kids are grown
from this dysfunctional nest flown
I’m building a nest egg of my own

Then mummy can fly
happily wave him goodbye
no tears shall I cry

but until then
the youngest is ten
I’ll keep secret my yen

Eight more years
feeding him beers
listening to his jeers

He’s such a hypocrite
sanctimonious ***
for any occasion a face that will fit

People think he’s a good man
doing what he can
for poor miserable Ann

Ann’s biding her time
secret ***** and lime
behind his back a naughty mime