Poezie Husbands

My husband likes my company,

And likes to have me near,

He says I am his dearest friend,

And have been many a year.



If I venture to go near him

On some errand for myself

He asks if I would hand him

Something from the shelf.



If I venture onto the lawn

Where he perchance is mowing,

He says would I please clear the path

Ahead, where he is going.



His yell is heard across the house,

From inside the den,

The TV control is all messed up,

Would I fix it once again.



When we start a trip he checks the oil,

And gives the tires a kick;

"Honey, do you have your glasses?

Cause I can’t read this stick."



I love my husband dearly,

And always think he’s great,

But Lord, its plain to see

Why you called the wife ’helpmate’.