Secret Sonnet

Even though I've been putting my business out on the street for years now through this blog - and never more so than in the last six months - even I can sometimes get embarrassed by some of the stuff I write - only those interested enough to click a link for a secret sonnet will see this.

Why can't I hate you as I know I should?
Public opinion says you don't deserve
Anything from me but scorn - oh God would
That I could - but my impulse is to serve
You as a meek chastened housewife serves He
Who Must Be Obeyed, but with my full will
Enlisted. I smile contentedly,
Fetch your pipe and slippers, then wait until
You give me a sign that it is now time
To perform at last the most sacred chore
For the head of the household - it's a crime
To long to do my duty til I'm sore,
A crime against all that is just, yet a
Joyful surrender, my raison d'etre.