Fine Tuning

If you take a sock off

Then I'll take a sock off

We'll do one for one til we're both bare

And with our tongues click-clicking

The big bright clock stops ticking

As we make a right mess of your hair

Then we'll make plans for dinner

Though my gut's got no thinner

Since I've been letting you feed it

And you're useless at drinking

But these days I've been thinking

I doubt that we're going to need it

And if you stop bleeding

And we took to breeding

You know our son would be a hit

And as for our daughter

All suitors she'll slaughter

With her brains and her beauty and her wit

After the flirting and after the swooning

With nerves put to bed, it's all just fine tuning

And we'll never get bored with our routine and pattern

When I'm your house-husband and you are my slattern

But one day I might cut loose

And I just won't be much use

And so you'll push me away

So do your best and make me pay