My hubby was always useless

When it came to kitchen work,

Couldn’t even boil an egg,

He’d always act a berk.

I taught my son how to cook,

He was a willing learner.

But did my man even know

How to switch on a burner?

Even when it came to washing up,

It was guaranteed there’d be

Important things for him to do.

As if there wasn’t for me!

Now after my foot operation

He’s had to help me out

Even pre-bought ready meals

Filled my man with doubt.

A spinach cannelloni in each hand,

“What do I do with these?”

“Put them on a baking tray,” said I.

You would think this a breeze.

Back he came with the article,

Held at arm’s length.

“Is this a baking tray?” asked he.

Oh Lord, give me strength!

Well, he’s doing slightly better,

Improvement very slow.

But how I’ve not been poisoned

I shall never know!