Poem: On Second Thoughts.
On Second Thoughts.
.
He’s buggered off,
My man has gone,
What shall I do
I’m all alone.
.
I’ll get to use
The bedside light
And read for hours
Each bloody night.
.
I’ll pile the pillows
At my head
And make a starfish
In the bed.
.
I’ll buy no meat,
I’ll just refrain
And be a Veggie
Once again.
.
And as for clearing
Up the mess,
The housework will be
So much less.
.
No bloody football
Or Top Gear,
No racing, cricket,
Fights or beer.
.
The more I think
The more it seems
I’ve found the object
Of my dreams.
.
He’s waiting in
The bedroom drawer,
My Rabbit knows
Just what he’s for.
.
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