The glorious Cortejo, Twenty-one years in my life.
For two thirds of them she has been my wife.

Her talents are many, her interests not few.
From the piercing of skin to beef marrow stew.

She can take you to the ground with a lumberjack sweep
or create a scroll you will cherish and keep.

She's made bread in an oven that she built herself,
She knows what to do to maintain your health.

She plans all our meals like a well seasoned pro,
and thanks to her efforts clean dishes we know.

Without her, we'd be lost in mountains of dirt
and she usually knows where to find that one shirt.

Her temper is patient, her driving is swift
Her looks are appealing if you catch my drift

Her humour oblique, but never obtuse.
though sometimes she might sing about moose.

Though disaster may strike and misfortune abound
If you find that you need her, she's quickly around.

As someone she cares for, I'm one lucky gent,
and those who dislike her can go and get bent.