The groom and the broom (revisited)

The bride and the groom got married with friends and relations around

Only now they got to know each other - true and unbound

Off they went to Singapore for honeymoon

Alas the bride could not see clearly the moon

Surrounded was she by smoke from the husband's fag

'Chimney' was the groom's new name tag

She cleaned and cooked at home and matched him at the job

While he warmed the couch and had the fire-stick in his gob

When the children came and the family grew

She remained the sole crew

Managing the family, home and work was the dutiful wife

Multifunctional like a Swiss knife

One day the lady was unwell and slept through the day

The husband was devastated, but continued to puff and pray

Expected he for his elder daughter to run the home

Alternate idea she had under her dome

Handed was he a knife, board and vegetables to cut

With a snip the cigarette became a fireless butt

Learnt he, to knead the dough, make roti and a curry

Cleaned the room and puffed the poori in a hurry

His wife recovered and hugged the children

For a miracle that she thought will never happen

From sitting as a couch potato

He helped peel the potato and cut the tomato

With a snip and a rebuke from the daughter

The smoke cleared and returned the healthy laughter

Said the daughter after cleaning the room

Mama should have weaponised the broom

A timely whack or two on the back for papa post honeymoon

Would have seen shared responsibility, harmony and a clear view of the moon