The wife of the mad scientist gets no sympathy
While she holds his test tubes
And heats his Bunsen burners,
She says, “Yes, dear,”
And nods politely,
When listening to her husband’s latest scheme.
She tells herself she should have married the plumber
When her husband locks himself in the basement.
Life would be much simpler
And she would not have to explain to the children
Why Daddy seems to care more
About his Jacob’s ladder than their birthdays.
Then she is left to raise the children alone
After her husband turns himself into a giant reptile,
The neighbors into small furry rodents,
And blows the laboratory to kingdom come,
Yes, she should have married the plumber.