Chapter (11) 47 YEARS

              

   47 YEARS.

  One deep and darkly winters night

  I lay in bed, eyes open, yet saw no light.

  Beside me warm she stirred, my aged lover

  then turned and snored and took my cover.

 

            Beneath these sheets we'd lain for years

            and many times cried silent tears.

            When we would fight or fall apart

            This bed could mend a broken heart.

 

                                Years past we'd lay like snakes entwined

                                 and from loves table had constant dined.

                                 Our naked skin burned hot with passion

                                 for only food, back then, was rationed.

 

             Then stars behind my closed eyes quivered,

             She moved again, warmth gone, I shivered.

             I'm old and so my bladder's weak

             a late drink and I've been known to leak.

 

                                  I stumbled out from bed to hall

                                  did my best, didn't trip or fall.

                                  The bathroom door was pushed asunder

                                  light on, and then I made my blunder

 

             She woke alarmed to hear me shriek

             her grey haired man she came to seek.

             For goodness sake you're such a wuz

             there's nothing here to make a fuss.

 

               Then as she looked and I beside her

                 "Great Scot" she said, "it's just a spider"

 

Author's Note

ALL AND ANY COMMENTS

Reviews

[alf]

Hi Mad Englishman. You have my kind of humour!!! Loved the poem, loved the fact you've been together 47 years!!! I thought this was a wonderful write and a joy to read, alf

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Thank you Alf. Just one point It's about my parents. BUT I won't hold that against you. Hope you enjoy a few more of my little ditties.

[alf]

Even Better. And yes, I will be back for a further look!!!

[Marie]

You're lucky to have such a sensible woman.

[Frieda P]

Made me laugh out loud....it's amazing you hardly look like a grouch in your photo, give that woman a medal! :) Funny stuff...! 47 years, a lifetime for some. Wow.

I almost forgot to say, it's really a lovely poem in tribute to your love, until you get to the spider....

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

THE PICTURE IS MY DAD. He's 85. IT'S ABOUT MY DAD.
HONEST
I LOVE MY DAD BUT NOW I'M UPSET.
Cor, and we were getting on so well.

[Frieda P]

HA sorry!!! How am I supposed to know? Who writes a sensual poem about their dad??

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Ummm, have to think about that.
Glad you liked it anyway. Phone just rang I got another crash to go recover. Fingers crossed it's nothing serious.