A wife clocked in sick one fine day,

Yelled aloud at her husband in bed,

Do the dishes and cook a meal for us,

Spare the broom but wash the clothes in haste.

Enraged, he stomped to the messy kitchen

Nothing he could find except eggs and bread.

Drowsy still, he smeared the eggs all over,

Ruined the clothes and left the bowls untouched.

Drained of goodwill, he felt very down.

No good am I, he agreed entirely

Yet, wished for a fit wife to make some tea.