today, tomorrow or at another time
i would set down and begin to rhyme
i did not know what it would be
a poem, a story, an autobiography

when times are changing it does get hard
the life, the dreams like on the boulavard
we all have things that we do adore
our friends, our kids, our husbands and wives even more

but one thing is here i do have to declare
is that i know for her i really do care
not for politicians, government or even myself
my car, my home, but there is someone else

she is always there when i am not at home
to cook, to clean, to even moan
but when i come home it all seems like the same
the probl;ems are there and we both share the blame

bills from the doctor, bills from the phone
but thats not the problem, its the money alone
she is my wife so humble and true
it is without her i would not know what to do

she calls me for supper and i say hold on
so she put the dood away then it was gone
do not blame her it is all my fault
because when she called me again the food was not hot

seconds, minutes, the hours go by
when i talk online the the time sure does fly
she calls me again and again repeated
again i yelled "hold on!" but would still be seated

it was then she came in so flustered and roar
she would knock me from the chair and drag me across the floor
onto the kitchen i go kicking and screaming
"Now do the dishes and finish the cleaning

she tells me "it is my time now and always has been
"time for my online, time for my friends
you have had all day and most of the night
if you would have came before thigns would be alright"

away she would stormed into the back room
in she came walking with the vaccuum
but honey i said i am only one man
i dont care she said, vaccuuming you can

across the floors i made a big sweep
as the dust bunnies laughed and danced at my feet
into the kitchen and all through the house
i chased those dust bunies like chasing a mouse

under the table and over the couch
like tom chasing jerry i fell and went "ouch"
grabbing the vaccuum i could finally see
that even the pet cats were laughing at me

i stomped on the floor and went to the back room
grabbed both of my squirt guns and ran to the bathroom
i filled them with water and soap if i must
so that i could rid myself of those bunnies of dust

i walked t the frnt room grabbing some ice
aiming my guns and shooting precise
dust began to scatter as i chuckled and laughed
i grabbed the dust bunnies and began to blast

as i trapped them in a corner i thought now this is nice
i looked even closer and saw they were mice
i aimed the two guns and began laughing with glee
i just couldnt do it so i set them free

i set down beside them and said to them "please
if you help me clean up i will get you some cheese'
away they scampered across the whole floor
finished the vaccuming then the dishes and more

when they were done they both smiled at me
i gave them both cheese and we lived happily
my wife came in and this is what she sees
she really screamed at me for giving them cheese
i told her what happened and she did sound pleased
so to did she help with giving them cheese

the moral of the story that must prevail
is knowing how to handle two mice, two cats,
one wife and a male

when the man becomes to lazy you yell at him loud
for when he is with friends he will sound really proud
he will be begging in front of the guys
as you stand there laughing with towering eyes

the man usually knows when his wife is unhappy
he goes to bed alone, cold and so crappy
so take heed of my words of the mouse in the house
never underestimate the power of your spouse