Every Man a King!

Bob Wallace might be King of America, but I have been declared the Burger King!

My wife denies it. She says, "You're not a king -- you're a househusband!"

And then we threw together a little impromptu rhyme:

This home is my castle.
All I lack is a vassal.
So don't give me no hassle.
Or we gonna wrastle!

OK, so I'm not a poet. But we already knew that.