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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=513282" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Poor Husband, Caught Always Wrong</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">POOR HUSBAND, CAUGHT ALWAYS WRONG </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My learned wife is fierce and steaming<br>when good many things have gone well, but bare and unnoticed; <br>over small things that would refuse to change at will, <br>she would make a hue and cry-on things of no any importance</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she prepares the list and I go out, buying sabjis<br>that day's prices may be high, she chides me for poor bargain<br>In off-seasons, I may not get some listed ones<br>she would bounce back that the same is not so in her town</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to my bad luck, my 90 kg mother-in-law had a fall and sprain<br>for which, I was cursed and grilled by both, time and again<br>as if, I had a hidden rather nasty plan -<br>In keeping the bathroom floor fine and clean</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once, my Jakarta sister needed some pappad and pickles<br>without sanctions, I spent nine hundreds in cost and postage<br>In instant revenge, she snatched from me two new thousands<br>to be wasted on a wild range of ‘Lakme' nail paints</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when the rank sheets of my children arrive -<br>I fear most to be at the receiving end.<br>for their careless slips and silly mistakes<br>she would blast my knowledge and early schooling days</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The women have devised the practice so clever, <br>to hold the men in blame for ever, <br>for their foolish acts and boastful bonfires<br>This hapless husbands are caught in the crossfire</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At sight, a few of her friends are so very nice and kindly<br>but, no means to know, <br>………whether their husbands are pleased and happy; <br>I keep on to wonder how my hostile wife holds them to her side<br> may be with her changing tongue…<br> ………….that should be sweet and thorny alike.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Louis Santhana</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Santhana+Louis">Santhana Louis</a><div class=q>
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My learned wife is fierce and steaming
when good many things have gone well, but bare and unnoticed; 
over small things that would refuse to change at will, 
she would make a hue and cry-on things of no any impo..."></div>
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