Well this is dedicated to 'some people'...
I did write it though...
THE CONJURING HUSBAND
The nicest husband in the land,
Is one who lives by sleight of hand
At morn for instance – one two three
Coffee and cream are flowing free
And with a few more magic thumps
He fills the sugar bowl with lumps
While sausage, rolls and all of that
He takes of course, from his old hat
Though there may be of wood a dearth
He builds a fire upon the hearth
And turns a pair of worn out shoes
To meet as good as one could choose
All else that a feast would please
He takes from a nightcap with ease
And without trouble or ado
Himself can roast or boil or stew
At noon and evening tis the same
She cares for naught that lucky dame
What e’er is needed for her use
His magic wand will quick produce
Fresh toilets in the newest style
Are ready in a little while
Wraps, gold and jewel; in short, all
That she may long for, grate or small
Scarcely has she the wish complete.
Before he lays it at her feet
And yet- you’ll wonder it should be-
The two will sometimes disagree
And whatsoe’er he may provide
She will remain unsatisfied
In such case, as in others too
His sleight of hand will help him through
If unendurable grows she
A cloth thrown o’er her- one two three-
And silently she disappears
The household war no more one hears.