Poem-A-Day Contest - Day 3

The Problem With Being a Married Woman

Ring....RING......RING...Hello?
Good morning, ma'am. Is your husband at home?
No, he is at work. May I help you?
No, ma'am, I really think I should speak to him?
SLAM! Well, what was that all about?

Ringing. State Farm, how may I help you?
This is Mrs. S. I was calling to find out...
Why is my name left off the insurance to my car?
It's not his car, but mine, you know.
Sorry, company policy, have him call. SLAM!

As days and years, even decades pass by
I realize that before I married I was
an intelligent, capable human being.
Once I said those fateful words
I Do, apparently I became an idiot!