Classic Poem

She who is tired sleeps and I wash myself in a clean tub
in clean water and I like it because it is warm and the soap
slips over my body without grumbling. I was very tired also.
But I cannot go to bed dirty. It is better to stay up with
the stars awhile and let your wife sleep. Even though I must
get up early in the morning and get the car ready for a long
hot journey with my wife to one my wife has betrayed I prefer
to loiter about the house with my old shirt and the kitten who
relishes my mood against my wife's disapproval and the kitten
scampers along the hall with his tail straight up in the air.
Why do men do these things? Ask any man wandering in his shirt-tail
towards the bathroom why he is leaving his wife alone in the bed
though her breasts and buttocks are as good as any other ask him
why he wanders through the darkened hallways of his own house.
He remembered how the clock TICKED when he drew off his socks
and he remembered the postman's whistle going from door to door.