a calming kiss
where's my tea?
he says to me
that's forty years of wedded bliss
he's calm - you see
(but specs he'll need)
o dearest you - i'd like a calming kiss
the smell of grass
(allotment tasks)
i think of lemon shower gel
my dear - ha ha
i won't get far
perhaps you'll fix the car as well
so glasses on - we've theatre sped
we're green and silver - cultured up
then home at ten and off to bed
and what about a nice cup...?
noooooooo!!!!!!!!
dave wood
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