It’s a Man’s World?
The first thing I need upon waking,
Is a comforting hot cup of tea,
So I turn to my wife to determine
If the maker shall be her; or me.
Sadly, I find her pretending
To be not awake, but asleep,
So I shake her to see if she’s faking
And she opens her eyes for a peep.
Then enquires why I have disturbed her,
As she was having a wonderful dream,
So I relate my strong wish for a ‘cuppa,’
Which caused an incredulous scream.
Aware that my actions are thoughtless
I give her a kiss and a smile,
So she rises to put on the kettle
And I gratefully sleep for a while.
Upon waking a half-hour later
My tea is as cold as a stone,
My limbs are tied to the bedposts,
But I have the good-sense not to moan.
©James Rainsford 2012
Note to readers: Posted previously, but in view of this weeks comic theme I thought it worth another airing.
Following my recent posts I thought it time for something a little more light-hearted. Don't even think about asking if this poem is true. Suffice to say my private life, has on occasions, been remarkably interesting. ;-D Couldn't resist the photo.
Your comments are always welcome.
Kind regards to all at the pub this evening. James.