Home Sweet Home

I'm bottom of the pile at our house
Way down on the 'pecking' list
When the 'soaps' come on, I take the dog out
And I'm very rarely missed.

I walk in through the door unnoticed
Wanting comfort after a hard days grind
And pass the wife going to her fitness class
Saying 'There's beans on toast' - Do you mind?

The cat is a source of comfort
And seems able to read my mind
But then I realise he just wants feeding
Life can be such a bind!

There's different music blurring from three bedrooms
And I can't even get into a loo
So I bugger off to the pub once more
Well really, what else can I do?

'Has your Dad gone out again? my wife asks
When she eventually comes back in
But her question is never answered
She can't be heard over all that din.

So she settles down to watch a late film
And I return saying 'I'm off to bed'
I daren't try to have a conversation
If I disturbed her, she'd take off my head.

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