My dream wife

I thought, when I was twenty,/ To get married, I had time aplenty.

Now, at three score and ten,/ I often ask myself, "When?"

"Have I got enough experience of life/ To be able to cope with a loving wife?"

My parents tell me, "Don’t wait for ever,/ Dikra, it’s now or never!"

Just to please Mum and Dad,/ I put in Parsiana an ad.

"Happy-go-lucky, young-at-heart, Bawa/ Seeks a girl as sweet as mawa.

She must be loving and caring and accommodating,/ With seven persons our flat we’ll be sharing.

Oh my Darling, please don’t frown,/ Even though the building is about to fall down.

Fifty years ago, I asked the BPP for a flat;/ The reply I got, year after year, was, ‘Scat!’"

Soon I got plenty of replies,/ Some truthful but most filled with lies.