I’m relieved I’ll never have to retry

Since my husband died I’ve burned eight pans
And  just like him I’ve got eight wireless sets
I leave the hot tap running and I’m banned
For breaking all the cups I’ve not caught yet.

I do the stupid things I told him off for
Like putting empty pans back on the gas
And sometimes I have even thanked professors
Who tell me in my dreams I’ll  never pass

I’m back at Uni  feeling lost and lonesome
Wondering  if I’ll ever  find a room
Wondering if my mind will get some thoughts in
Or will my world come down to crash and doom?

I’m relieved I’ll never have to retry
To teach those undergraduates to knit pi