Mother In law

 Oh, gather 'round, dear listeners, and lend me your ear,

For I have a tale that's sure to bring cheer.

It's a tale of a mother-in-law, so grand,

A shining star from the magical land of Pakistan.

She's a queen in her own mind, you see,

With a crown made of ego, as shiny as can be.

Her every word, a symphony of self-praise,

With a touch of condescension, just to amaze.

She'll regale you with stories of her youth,

How she was the fairest, the smartest, the truth.

Her beauty, unmatched by any other,

Her wisdom, greater than any mother.

Her cooking, oh, it's simply divine,

She'll remind you, as you taste her food, how lucky you are to dine.

Her rotis are perfect, each one a work of art,

Just don't you dare forget to compliment her culinary part.

She'll compare you to others, oh, what a joy,

Highlighting your flaws, just to annoy.

She'll tell you how her own daughter is superior,

Leaving you feeling rather inferior.

But fear not, my friend, for there's a way,

To handle this mother-in-law with wit and play.

When she boasts about her beauty and grace,

Just nod and smile, with a poker face.

When she belittles your efforts with a sneer,

Chuckling softly, say, "Oh, you're so right, my dear!"

And when she serves her food with a smug grin,

Exclaim, "Oh, it's heavenly! But where do I begin?"

For in the realm of sarcasm, you shall prevail,

With humor as your armor, you'll never fail.

So, dear listener, if you're dealing with such a mother-in-law,

Embrace the wit, and let your sarcasm flaw.

Remember, beneath the narcissism lies a soul,

A human being with insecurities untold.

So laugh, my friend, and let humor be your guide,

In dealing with this narcissistic ride.

Nadia Nizam