I’ll be so happy to keep his dinner warm

While he goes onward, and upward.

Happy to keep his dinner warm

Till he comes wearily home from downtown.

I’d be there, waiting until his mind is clear

While he looks through me; right through me,

Waiting to say “Good evening dear, I’m pregnant.

What’s new with you from downtown?”

Oh, to be loved by a man I respect

To bask in the glow of his perfectly understandable neglect!

Oh, to be there in the corner of his mind. Darling, absent mind.

Such heaven!

Wearing the wifely uniform while he goes onwards and upwards.

Happy to keep his dinner warm till he comes wearily come from downtown.