I am a tidy woman,
I live a tidy life.
I dust, I clean, I polish,
I'm a model tidy wife.
My husband, he was tidy,
Not a hair out of place.
He was smart, sharp, cultured
With a very tidy face.
Last year, he went to Floirida,
He met a hippy, Oh! so droll,
She's untidy, she's so ragged
With a very large bankroll.
So now I sit so tidy
In my tidy house so glum
Whilst he lives life so very full
On his hippy's tidy sum.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one made me chuckle. My kind of poetry. I like the line - 'with a very tidy face'