My Ideal Husband

My Ideal Husband.

 

Being eighteen

Is everything

But one thing

And that is getting

a real manly husband.

 

And how do I mean manly?

Well, easy,

Manly is being

everything I need

in a husband.

 

I need someone who read,

Not a scatter-brained,

Not a feather-brained,

Or having no other type of brain,

I need someone who can beat

me at debate so heat,

me at chess and wink,

meaning no hard feelings,

And he would flash me a benign grin,

To soften the blow of my losing,

and gently with just a little boasting,

Jokingly said, “Next time, I’ll let you win,”

 

I need someone who ruffles myhair,

After winning he says, “Nev mind, dear,”

“You gain some, you lose some,

But you know, girl,

I’ll guide you from time to time”

Oh, what a husband!

 

I need someone who point my mistake,

and correct my behaviour,

But while doing so, never break,

my spirit by scolding forever,

I need someone who gently hint,

And NOT by forcing,

at the right direction,

and pretend nonchalant,

in giving me the delusion,

I, on my own, find the solution.

I’ll die for such husband!

 

He should know world issues,

And explain to me when I miss the news,

He has to know religion and culture,

science, philosophy, art and literature,

Most importantly,

Preferably,

A genius in Math,

Coz any daughter who inherit

My mathematically-challenged brainiack

will need his help so bad.

So let’s just hope,

My children inherit his brain,

Instead.

 

Oh future husband,

Wherever you are,

Near or far,

I’ll wait for you, even if it takes forever,

Coz settling for anyone less, I’ll never.

 

Hurry, husband.

Oh, hurry!

Your wife…is waiting.

I am waiting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

-Fifi Ferrari-

(at eighteen)