I have a problem when I go to bed.
My wife asks a question much to my dread.
It is to her like, a final dessert,
But snaps me awake, to a full alert.
And I clear my mind, for a sage review.
Awake my thinking to think things through.
And when through this process and ready to chat,
Out comes a sound, like the wheeze of a cat.
She is still and quiet, away in the deep
And I, wide awake unable to sleep.
I've tried to subvert her with a short amen
But hell she just asks the question again.
So I've come to accept this questions abhor
And know I'll get points if Gods keeping score.