My purple shins,
My broken toes,
Are all because
Of my wife Rose.

My nightly trips,
To you know where,
Must all be made
With utmost care.

The couch, the chairs,
The big TV,
My Rose can’t seem
To let them be.

She moves things here,
She moves things there;
You can’t sit down
She’s moved the chair.

Now I’ve put up,
With quite a lot.
But then last night
She moved the POT!