'Look Good In Pink' Poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory

‘I Look Good in Pink’

All day I’m stuck
To the kitchen sink
Or cleaning the toilet
To get rid of the stink

Making breakfast
Dinner or tea
So that they will
All love me

Make their beds
Wash their clothes
Their dirty socks
Makes me hold my nose

So that they will love me
Partner wakes up
Has breakfast
Then goes to work

The children play with their food
Go of to school
This muck, no, thank you
How rude

Partner comes home
Has their dinner
In front of the telly
Or the computer

Then they fall asleep
Oh how I could weep
Saturday night
Down the pub

Suddenly they come alive
Come here dear; high five
Then comes the little wink
And darling you look good in pink

That was the final straw
To tell a man
He looks good in pink
In front of his mates

Put away some more beers
Need to sulk; have a think
It’s hard to be a house-husband
However! I do look good in pink



MICMAC