Sleeping on the Couch

Partners sometimes annoy us with bad habits but then why do we still love them

Is that the sun up in the sky?
Or just my lovers blood shot eye?

Is that the scent of imposing death?
Or just my lovers drunken breath?

He's such a slob, he's such a slouch,
I think I'll go sleep on the couch.

What with his acking smokers cough,
and the wafting sheets when he lets off.

The odour from his sweaty feet,
and garlic raw he loves to eat.

The belching and the backside scratch,
and dandruff flakes on balding patch.

The sagging ponch and bingo wings,
and earache when er' he sings.

I loved him once, still do I guess,
cause at least he's mine this awful mess.

It's not the outter but whats within,
that keeps my heart alone for him.

He's never strayed on one night stands,
because these rings adorn our hands.

He'd rather die than let me go,
I guess that's why I love him so.

So forgive the faults and warts an all,
for he's still the man for whom I'd fall.

So please ignore my little whine,
when said and done I'm glad he's mine.

Author's Note

It is what is inside not the outside

Reviews

[newyearnorma]

amazing way to show that whats on the inside that counts

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wonderful rhyme and meter to a uplifting message ..although playful, there is a lovely inspiration truth to this..

[J Todd Underhill]

interesting read here, and yes it is what''s on the inside that counts. I have tried to live by this and be only judgmental of those with serious character flaws like trust and the likes.

[Daytonight]

This was so very sweet yet brought a smile to my face too. When we truly love someone we don't look on the outside...we see with our heart. Well done. Keep on penning.