Craig, I know you have some days

When you just lose your rag.

You tell me I don’t listen

And that I’m such a nag!

But there’s lots inside my head

It’s chocca block in here

It’s not done to annoy you

Or make you say ‘Yes dear’.

You chose me as your wife, you see

So you have yourself to blame.

I’d like to think you feel quite glad

That I now have your name?

For whether I can make you smile

Or smirk, or grimace too

There’s got to be a little part

That’s glad you said ‘I do’...

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...and it goes on...

Fathers' Day