[AHA! My first poem, from the Muses of Finland, Helsinki. It is January 2017, and it appears that I have come here in the dark of Winter to get more sleep - and write some poems. Spoiler Alert: Poetic license is in play - as I have no wife.]
You scrimp and save
and toil all week
with just one thing in mind
To pack the car
with everything
and leave the city behind
It's off you go
without a care
and nary a backwards glance
Up the road
through endless fields
where flowers wave and dance
Life is whole
and meaningful,
creation seems just and fair
The little cabin
that awaits
is big enough to share
The crew arrives
unpacks supplies
everything must find its place
It's work, for sure
but done out here
in a quick and joyful pace
In the afternoon
the wife, she cooks
a pleasure she enjoys
I sit and write
and ponder still
a life without the noise
She sings aloud
and breaks my thought
but somehow I don't mind
More cheerful here
of ease disposed
you might even call me kind
Yet there is one thing
to ruin the fun
in the form of a pesky fly
Try as I may
and wish as I might
the darn thing won't say bye-bye
I sit and plot
and watch its moves
for a chance at peace ever-after
when 'round he comes
into my ear
with the sound of a mini-blaster
The deed is done
and war declared
I'm up to end this session
The daily news
already tossed
seems fit for the occasion
I sit again
and now just wait
for the next evil attack
Are you OK?
she calls to me
Oh, yes (if I have the knack)
And soon enough
the battle's rejoined
I spring with cat-like grace
And end the flight
of one who dared
disturb my blessed space