Domestic

The weather was as sub-marine  
as Aquaman's bidet,
and soaking gray o'erwhelmed the green
on this December day.
 
The breakfast was a trifle thin
and lunch was scanty too,
but afterward I dove right in
to nap as one will do...
 
whenever rain will bind me home
under a proper roof,
to sport and play from tome to tome,
as if I were Tartuffe!  
 
For bear in mind that I as well,
will dally with the miss
who heads the household where we dwell,
from kiss to bedtime bliss!