Goddess

I ought to do the housework naked

Seems it’s just for his entertainment

Humping me every time I bend o’er

To pick his socks up off the floor.

Cupid’s arrow seems to strike

The minute I pick up a knife

Perfumed in onion’s fragrant reek

Passionate embraces he does seek

Nothing like domestic bliss

To inspire a French kiss

I’ve got a pan of sizzling bacon,

--No, I don’t have a shorter apron.