My neighbor's wife (NW) looks beautiful With a kink on her apple cheeks whenever she laughs. My wife? Hmmm...Don't remind me of her' Laughter is on ration with her.
With her up-to-the ankle flowing tresses My NW tethers my eyes to her. My wife, too, has tresses But no longer than the tail of 'Y'
When my NW laughs, her lips spill milky maize grains. In the twenty years'well, I don't recall My wife having ever smiled beyond that nuptial bed.
My NW's doe-eyes hunt and haunt me alike While my wife's looks put A Pentagon or a Scotland Yard spy to shame.
My NW's gait, her dress, her make-up, oh! What not, Make me regret my decision twenty years old.
Then comes a greeting: 'To a very dear hubby For twenty years of Unadulterated love And uninterrupted happiness. Wish you a very happy wedding anniversary And many more' Your loving wife.'
Shame and guilt Lay such an anchor on my eyelids That I fail to lift them up To look square into her eyes.
