A Christmas Poem

T’was three nights before Christmas, when all through the house,
I was pissed off at Mat and on him I did rouse.  
He was absent again for reasons unjust,
Which caused my happy bubble to suddenly bust.

We were to spend the evening as a family, together,
Enjoying the Christmas lights regardless of weather.
But instead Mat was gone doing God knows what,
For which my reaction was in hell he can rot.

When he finally came home, the whole house was in bed,
But I was awake and went off my head.
I am tired of us being the priority of last,
Things better change and I’m talking fast.

The argument went this way and that,
When finally into the ring he threw his hat,
He expressed his view that he is doing his job,
Earning money so we don’t live like slobs.

I tried to explain that the kids and I,
Need more than money from him to survive.
I need a partner who gives a damn,
It’s time to step up and be more of a man.

More importantly so, the kids need a Dad,
Who’s happy to see them and shows that he’s glad.
They need their Dad to play tiggy and laugh,
Not turn on the TV or play with his car.

The end result was that Mat expressed,
He won’t change his ways and I need to expect less,
For his role as a man is to simply earn money
and everything else falls on my back as Mummy.

As you can imagine I then politely asked
That he relocate himself to the couch, pretty damn fast.
I am sure that tonight will present with round two,
Good grief, what's a girl supposed to do!?!