Peace be upon you and your esteemed wife.
You could lightly beat the dinner gong or bang your bongos. You might
just beat the red light with one hand lightly
on your horn. Pound on the chilli sauce bottle with its added kick
for your mutton. Eggs? Rugs? – Not a husband’s
job of course. By all means – a stick? a toothbrush? – if you’ve got the b*lls,
beat the wife when needed, but only in
secret, not as you thrash your slave, but for her inner beauty and in full self-
control. This is our virtue and defence.
(A Golden Shovel poem from quote in the Khabaristan Times 27/05/16)
Helen Freeman published a collection of poems, Broken (Author House, 2011) in recovery time following a severe road traffic accident in Oman. Since then she has developed a passion for poetry…
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