His poetry is like a ‘kept wife’
Ever unwelcome as a sneer
On the poet's own home turf
For his wife's suspicious heart,
Abuzz oft with the cacophony
Of running grinders and mixers
In her well-furnished kitchen,
Is envious of his poetic love
That ignores hers in her den.
She wants no interference
Of this poetic persona non grata
In the marital coterie of her life;
Nor does she want him to have
Any enchanting affair with the vamp
Who consumes their spousal time
And all their marital happiness
And exposes his familial negligence.
