This poem by Marlene may be neither fiction nor in the normal prose form, but so what...
My hubby I call grizzly
He growls a lot but means well
He likes a tidy house
I could care less
He does the dishes
Lately without complaining
Even if they’re piling high
I do the laundry
No damage there to manicure.
He loves to drive
So he takes me to the bus to work
Or when I return, carries my heavy bags.
How he reminds me of my late Dad
Both never got a degree.
So I have more than two degrees, big deal, they’re not much help financially.
I could’ve married a teacher
I’d have been much poorer.
My hubby I call grizzly
He growls a lot but means well
He likes a tidy house
I could care less
He does the dishes
Lately without complaining
Even if they’re piling high
I do the laundry
No damage there to manicure.
He loves to drive
So he takes me to the bus to work
Or when I return, carries my heavy bags.
How he reminds me of my late Dad
Both never got a degree.
So I have more than two degrees, big deal, they’re not much help financially.
I could’ve married a teacher
I’d have been much poorer.
