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November 28, 2012
She only gave me a massage dear!
My bones were in need of a rub.
It’s included in the ‘1st Class’ service,
but I didn’t join the ‘mile high’ club.
Whilst fiddling with his twiddly bits,
he came across a lump.
He asked his wife to have a feel, and
when she did, it made him jump.
‘Best get it checked out right away’
she urged with great concern, ‘as Uncle
Barney died of that, so hard lessons
we must learn’.
‘Shut up’ is just too strong a phrase,
to say in public places.
‘Be quiet’ is also impolite, and would
cause frowning faces.
But if ‘please’ preceded both of these,
each would then fit in, with social graces.
I’m truly listening, even though I’m
not looking at you, so please carry
on with your story. I’ve probably heard
it before, or at least a hundred versions
of it, but please, do continue, you have
my undivided attention, honestly.
For now, you’ll do for now,
not forever mind, but for now
is fine. You fill a void, you tend
my needs, you stem the bleed.
For now, means just until, but
with the morning light, the tree
could lose a bow, anyhow, let’s
live for now.
She heard his voice, and knew in
seconds they’d be face to face.
She heard his nearing footsteps
and felt her heartbeat gather pace.
November 27, 2012
He had the delicate touch of a lump hammer.
His comments were always pile driven.
He attempted humour where angels fled.
His naivety, not always forgiven.
A broken promise,
a scurrilous deed.
An act of treason,
based on need.
An altercation,
where handbags flew,
when she discovered
he’d slept with you.
Never knock the marriage that has
worked for them, for in sitting silently
they’ve discovered harmony and pride,
and are on course for the long term ride.
When others mock your accent,
and in it find laughter and mirth,
consider them rude and untravelled,
and not a minute of time, to be worth.
Just be proud to speak in your
motherland tongue;
be proud of the place of your birth.