The Neuveau (“Stepford”) Wife’s Husband’s Tale

The dirty diapers, kids, and household chores,

They never cease, laundry piles up high,

It’s work from dusk ‘til dawn; what’s more,

A modern wife like me will never cry.


Lord knows we couldn’t have a happy home

Without my spouse’s friends: the drugs and booze

He loves, the deities upon his throne,

Including me, with whom he loves to schmooze.


But years ago, before I left this home

My life was tough: I cried and cried.

But heart once flesh is now a heart of stone,

For hubby bartered for a nouveau bride.


He pours contempt upon the Lord of Life,

And takes his pleasure from his cyber wife.