What Does Your Husband Do?
I get asked this question enough;
I should come up with better fluff,
Better lies
Than accepting assumed pronouns
And rolling my eyes.
Oh, he's a stripper,
Underground in Tignish.
He goes out on the water,
But doesn't bring home fish.
My man's an acrobat
With a traveling circus.
He's a marine biologist
Saving the endangered porpoise.
My husband plays banjo,
Out in O'Leary.
His finger pickings so fast,
We decided to marry.
I'm gonna get creative,
See what yarns I can spin.
'Cause if I've got to have a closet,
It might as well be walk-in.
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