I was sent this poem by Red Dirt Girl, I suspect all men know the truth of the words herein, and all women fail to understand them.
If the night flights keep you awake
I will call London Airport and tell them
to land their dangerous junk elsewhere.
And if you fall asleep with the sleeve
of my jacket under your head,
sooner than wake you, I'll cut it off.
But if you say:
'Fix me a plug on this mixer',
I grumble and take my time.
~ by Christopher Logue