Thanks to Ted Sheridan
For reminding me
That I still had these
Wives have a certain perception,
About needed vacation getaways.
They expect to be constantly pampered,
And look ravishing – while they play.
Their heathen husbands, of course,
Are an entirely different type of breed.
The words ‘pampering’ and ‘luxurious,’
Are not really understood in our creed.
We can pitch a raggedy tent most anywhere,
We can blissfully sleep out under the stars.
We can easily enjoy a smelly old outhouse,
And we won’t have any mental scars.
Wives, on the other hand,
Can get quite easily upset,
If their carefully prepared ensembles,
Get even the teensy-eensyist bit wet.
I’ll admit Rebecca did look quite stunning,
As we stood high atop a flowered hill,
Surveying a marvelous red rock canyon,
Which was magnificent - what a thrill.
Suddenly, and without warning,
A Spring rain shower did appear.
She rushed off to save her elegance;
I scrounged about for another beer.
The rain had made me quite thirsty,
While it had made her very upset.
I mistakenly laughed out loud.
She’s not talking to me yet.