My Own Mr. Husband

My Own Mr. Husband

I call him Mister Husbaand 
Matrimonial ad said second hand
So we chose to begin life again
Nothing to lose, Nothing to gain. 

With looks and bald head of Om Prakash 
Beady eyes and face covered with rash
He was loaded you see
And I, an orphan, had to pay a lofty fee.

He was as funny as Mr.Bean
Tidied the house and kept it clean
What more does he want in life
Except good company and a great wife?

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