She Poem by Phil Soar

She thought she had the answers
To everything I said
She thought she could be number one
In all but the marital bed
Her complex expectations
Were well above the task
We've had no sex relations
Though I've had the nerve to ask
She has a sort of way with her
The way she rules the house
She rarely says she does concur
With her ever loving spouse
All manner of opinions
Mean little in the end
We're looked upon as minnions
And sometimes just a friend
A passing whim, a warm embrace
Are limited, once a year
A memory lost without a trace
You're clipped around the ear
Faced with humiliation
There's little you can do
Explain it anyway you like
You never will get through
She REALLY has the answers
And that you can be sure
If you don't agree with what she says
You'll end up on the floor
Swept up with all the other stuff
And thrown out with the waste
She thinks she has the answers
And you're so much out of place.