There’s a new tribe of blokes,
Who are gathering around the home...
Matured age individuals,
That have nowhere left to roam...
Made redundant from their jobs,
Often lost and quite confused...
As they come to terms with what to do,
These blokes are not amused...
They are called house husbands,
This bunch of wise old men...
Custodians of the cottage,
The new dwellers of the den...
This stint of home detention,
Will cause some to go insane...
Stuck all day within these walls,
As they embark on this campaign...
Yes this ancient art of housekeeping..
Can be a difficult task to master...
So many different techniques to learn,
This has potential for disaster...
The ironing board is best avoided,
Keep it out of site my friend...
As this may collapse on top of you,
It could cause your life to end...
Washing machines are also weapons,
As well as its mate the tumble dryer...
They all seem so innocent enough,
But the bastards catch on fire..
So be very careful,
Just stick to the easy stuff at first...
A little bit of vacuuming,
Will soon work up a thirst...
And remember when the other half,
Returns back home tonight...
That you go and hide the beer cans,
Somewhere out of site..
Len Newey 2015