her tongue was always sharp

a feisty often ferocious maid

until she met her nemesis,a

spouse fit to blunt her blade

 

oh, my task was far from easy

many the battles we did fight

she refused to give up easily

but one day she saw the light

 

she wanted to go out I didn't

defying me she partied away

she got home the door locked

saw the price she had to pay

 

only minor eruptions since then

by and large she accepts her lot

half a loaf's better than nothing

best to enjoy the bits she's got

 

on the whole she seems happy

sitting there reading or sewing,

I'm careful what I say, hate her

to feel that inside I'm crowing

 

yet a dark cloud blights our bliss

lately my funny lump has grown,

you know what quacks are like

seem to have minds of their own