A Favorite Poem

I'm not fond of most poetry and the sort I do like is either funny or tells a story, which probably is akin to admiring Elvis painted on black velvet. Nonetheless, I muster courage to offer a favorite.

MY RULES
If you want to marry me, here's what you'll have to do:
You must learn how to make a perfect chicken-dumpling stew.
And you must sew my holey socks,
And soothe my troubled mind,
And develop the knack for scratching my back,
And keep my shoes spotlessly shined.
And while I rest you must rake up the leaves,
And when it is hailing and snowing
You must shovel the walk ... and be still when I talk,
And -- hey -- where are you going?

Shel Silverstein