When Husbands Retire

     Mike is beginning to talk about retiring.  I wonder how he'll like retirement.  I like it.  It's nice being the boss of me.  I wonder if Mike thinks he's going to be the boss of Mike once he leaves the daily grind.  I might have some other ideas!

 Oh, to turn lazy was his aspiration,

To be the embodiment of sloth in his next incarnation.

No working, no slaving, no dedication -

Just a life horizontal, to his wife’s consternation.

Gone the alarm’s tintinnabulation,

Gone the fancy wardrobe - Ah, jubilation,

Gone the traffic, that vexation.

Now he’ll be ruled by his own machinations.

No more pleasing the boss, none of that osculation.

The decision’s been made, after much cogitation,

To trade briefcase for recliner with soothing vibration.

He’ll be living the life of the average crustacean.

                                                                                                     

He thought he was set, but to his trepidation

The spouse made a few of her own calculations.

For him to be idle gave her agitation.

So she chose for him a new occupation.

                                                                                          

He’ll be a full partner in home renovations,

The duties assigned per the mate’s allocation.

Why, in just a few months, by her estimation,

A perfect domicile will reach realization.

So much for his happy ruminations,

He’s learned to choose the path of capitulation.

She’ll have his harmonious cooperation

While he fantasizes about emancipation.