I truly love my dear husband,
But I’m fanatic about a clean home.
He lives like a troglodyte in the basement,
The place that holds his computer and throne.
All of his stuff is away from my sight,
With papers and tools strewn everywhere.
I remain in my office that I keep neat,
So I don’t find myself pulling out my hair.
When have to visit the king’s cave for exercise,
I keep my gaze away from all the mess.
Otherwise, there’d would be a cleaning spree,
Which would cause him to cry in distress.
Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #189 from Sammiscribbles: Troglodyte in 95 words.