Wife as Nurse

Wife as Nurse

I woke; I wasn’t feeling very well the other day
How I hoped these unsettling aches & chills would go away
From past experience of nursing here especially when I’m feeling worse
Instead if decent nursing it’s much more like Satan’s curse

I try again; “Darling, I’m not feeling any better”
Ignoring me, walks to room “Better go to work then “ said her
“What about my timely medicine, friendly pats upon the knee?”
“Get yourself to work you’ll soon feel better, mark me”

No kind words uttered, like Hardy to dying Nelson”
Nursing skills obtained via Schutzstaffel, Bergen Belsen
“And don’t expect enquiry on any stools you do or do not pass”
“And as for that suppository; you can stick it up your arse.”

“Wasn’t there something in our vows – for better or for worse?”
“No, all I recall I agreed to was to accompany your hearse”
“To ease me back to normality what about a warm sponge bath?”
Feet on stairs, locks final click, footsteps upon the path.

“Wont you sit beside me, rubbing unguents into my backside?”
“Tucking covers, hot water bottle, pass soft tissues if I cried?”
The maternal side, nursing, urging your hubby back to health
A minimum at least to maintain income and family wealth?

But I have heard you leave the house despite your being next of kin
In the hall I heard you call my office, you said I’d be in
You know men and sickness don’t go together very well
I suppose robotic women slip in another Duracell

But spare a thought for the unwell virus smitten sickly fellow
Whose wife is not disposed to care; whose disposition is not mellow
Who answers cry for help (if she bothers) with a NO
Who will not even ease my suffering with just a little fellatio?