The Perfect Wife
I once read this description about the perfect wife,
what every man is looking for to complement his life:
A lady in the living room, a cook who can excel,
a harlot in the bedroom, to rival Jezebel.
Now I can be a lady when he wants to entertain;
a cook in the kitchen so he's no need to complain;
I'm bawdy in the bedroom, ready night or day,
adventurous and passionate I'll even lead the way.
But looking at this list again of what he deems perfection,
there's just one small thing missing from this feminine confection.
I'm happy to be all those things, I think I'd make the grade;
it sounds almost idyllic, but - he'd need to have a maid
to remove the detritus of my culinary skills,
to wash and press the bedsheets when I've given him his thrills,
to make sure that the living room is spotless, spick and span,
allowing me to be that perfect lady for her man.