The Wicked Wife

This is the near-sighted husband:  
He is very cute and pleasant, 
but he gets ready for work every morning 
without his glasses on.

This is his witchy wife: 
“You have made a mess.”

“I can’t see any mess.”
He means it quite literally.  

She wears stripy stockings 
and has a cauldron 
and she yells at him: 
“Put on your glasses!  It looks like crap in here!”  
She points (with her wand) 
to his castaway socks 
and boxers, 
the crumbs and spilled juice on the kitchen counter, 
the toothpaste goober in the bathroom sink.  

The husband asks, 
“Can’t you just wipe it all clean 
with one swish of your magic wand?”  

The house reverberates 
with the urgent irritation of the wicked wife:  
“No, damn it!  
I am busy concocting a gleeful elixir 
of Marxism and cute animals!”