A four line poem

I have a hub like that I cry,
who leaves his clothes upon the floor,
to pick them up, he says
is a ruddy chore.

What chores, he says?
Well, mine's a G & T!
For to pick his smelly socks up
Requires a new CV.

I am the toilet fairy
There's one in every house
Whose job it is to change the roll
As quiet as a mouse.

No-one sees her do it
They never think to ask.
Who is the mysterious person
That undertakes this task?

Or do they think it's magic
When the new roll just appears?
I worry I'm invisible
And this justifies my fears.

The fairy does the cleaning.
The fairy cleans the loo.
The fairy does the washing.
And the ironing too.

She picks up all the bits and bobs
And clothes strewn on the floor.
She puts away the dressing gown
That's hanging on the door.

She cooks up tasty dinners (mostly)
And washes up the pots
And when they were all babies
She wiped their little bots.

But don't think I'm complaining
It never is a strain
In fact I quite enjoy it
Hmm...have I gone insane?

This is not 4 lines, and not mine, but it made us both laugh.

FIFTY SHADES OF GREY BY PAM AYRES

The missus bought a Paperback,
down Shepton Mallet way,
I had a look inside her bag;...
T'was "Fifty Shades of Grey".

Well I just left her to it,
And at ten I went to bed.
An hour later she appeared;
The sight filled me with dread.

In her left hand she held a rope;
And in her right a whip!
She threw them down upon the floor,
And then began to strip.

Well fifty years or so ago;
I might have had a peek;
But Mabel hasn't weathered well;
She's eighty four next week!!

Watching Mabel bump and grind;
Could not have been much grimmer.
And things then went from bad to worse;
She toppled off her Zimmer!

She struggled back upon her feet;
A couple minutes later;
She put her teeth back in and said
"I am a dominator!!"

Now if you knew our Mabel,
You'd see just why I spluttered,
I'd spent two months in traction
For the last complaint I'd uttered.

She stood there nude and naked
Bent forward just a bit
I went to hold her, sensual like
and stood on her left tit!

Mabel screamed, her teeth shot out;
My God what had I done!
She moaned and groaned then shouted out:
"Step on the other one!!"

Well readers, I can tell no more;
Of what occurred that day.
Suffice to say my jet black hair,
Turned fifty shades of grey!!

I put my nipple tassles on,
Are my boobs hanging lower?
I decided to twirl a bit,
And cleaned the blooming floor!

Ain't seen no pomes the last few days
What's happened to us all?
Are we busy with those shades of greys?
Trying to do it all?

Got no time
Run out of rhyme
Shades of grey
Nothing to say

Busy all week
Housework won't keep
Ironing to do
How about you

Friday at last
Week goes so fast
Time to unwind
Leave work behind

Sit with a drink
Some time to think
Jot down a verse
It could be worse ......we'll probably not actually