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,

And brings home the best 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.

The Next Crossroads