Loneliness is only known to man
When he burns the copper frying pan
From the marriage bed he’s tossed aside
For pans are more important to a wife
Yet if she breaks their lovely china plates
He is not allowed to castigate
Oh,men! That is a phrase I hate
Generalising is a crude mistake
Now I am alone, I’ve burned eight pans
I broke the dinner plates with careless plans
I broke the special mugs we loved so much
All because I missed his soothing touch
The memories fill my heart with love and light
In my dreams he comes into my sight
How my heart sings 
I am a very pleased I’m sorry decided reply sooner but I am suffering from a broken wrist
Love this