Husbands

HUSBANDS My husband likes my company, And likes to have me near, He says I am his dearest friend, And have been many a year. If I venture to go near him On some errand for myself He asks if I would hand him Something from the shelf. If I venture onto the lawn Where he perchance is mowing, He says would I please clear the path Ahead, where he is going. His yell is heard across the house, From inside the den, The TV control is all messed up, Would I fix it once again. When we start a trip he checks the oil, And gives the tires a kick; 'Honey, do you have your glasses?, Cause I can't read this stick.' I love my husband dearly, And always think he's great, But Lord, its plain to see Why you called the wife "helpmate". Joyce Guy2000, Written January 5th, 2002 © on Jan 05 2002 10:54 AM PST   0 • 14