Family Seat

My wife and I have found few things
On which we disagree.
For worse or better, forty years
And eye to eye is how we see.

Yet there is just one tiny thing,
(At least to me it seems real small).
It tends to make my wife see red
And never fails to raise her gall.

It is about the toilet seat
And how I tend to leave it.
Her midnight scream from darkened room,
To yell like that, I can’t believe it!

Life is not all black or white,
Nor must it be a smile or frown.
If I forget and leave it up,
Why can’t she check and put it down?

It takes some talent for a man
To hit that tiny little cup.
So which is worse, don’t put it down
Or to neglect to raise it up?


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