Four of its kind

Thanks But No Thanks

For all the food
And the goat meat
That were added grudgingly
Because there are better mouths to feed
Thanks but no thanks

For all the dainty skirts I see
With only my eyes
And the curvy tops I touch
Only with my desire
For all those clothes
I bought for me
Covering for your wife
Thanks but no thanks

Many times you were gone
Vanished into some other world
Where we do not exist
We creep into your space
But you fumigated us out
Yet your title we wear, husband !
Thanks,but no thanks.

Bose.