Ate it all?
Are you done?
Do you think,
Cooking is fun?

A Spice you are,
You are too hot,
I’m your slave,
You’re a lucky shot!

Don’t you dare!
Don’t get smart,
You do the dishes,
No second thoughts.

Let’s pass the bill,
Take the fight uphill,
You take the aim,
So I shoot, you kill.

It’s not romantic,
You know the story,
When you go out,
I always worry.

Let’s switch the jobs,
Take it to the mobs,
The Husband stays,
The Wife now shops.

Will you do it really?
Do it really for me?
Oh, I was kidding,
I am condition free.

Looking at you,
I forget to blink,
See I also forgot,
You are my ink.

My heart aching,
My hands are shaking,
Is the time really close?
That you are begging?

You call the cards,
And I just follow,
Outside when I go,
I always feel hollow.

You know the ways,
Never been out in days,
Who will do the dishes?
Who performs? Who prays?

We are our prayers,
You are my command,
My droplets are covers,
Of your dust and sand.

Ha! doing the dishes,
You have other wishes,
I know I’m being played,
But let’s see who finishes.

You go out and say,
You say It your way,
If you get impure,
I’ll pour all away.