My Baby Plays Music (All Night Long) Poem by Esther Leclerc
My Baby Plays Music (All Night Long)
The long nights are never much boring
my dear hubby takes care of that
playing simple tunes to 'amuse'
me, tho' sadly the notes fall flat
Animal, veggie and mineral
these nocturnal notes awaken
as I lie there ears and nose plugged
while his farts and snores are a quakin'
Lest you regard this poem as unkind,
rude or crude, from an ill-bred mind
please notice my predicament for
this music is not heaven-sent
* * * * *
But honey, you know that I love you
and something this bad ain't all bad:
your noises and fumes repel ver-
min, and for that I'm very glad
Yeah, sure, it is always the guys fault. That is only because women have perfected the SBD! Great write Est - I hope hubby wasn't fuming when you wrote this - in either sense! - chuck
Esther, My friend she shared a tiny boat With flatulant Henry Carter. When the engine failed to start Carter the farter would start her. Farting is a great english passtime because of our capacity to consume vast quantities of good English ale.I recently wrote one about the same predicament. Nice write Esther. Regards - Sid John
This is extremely funny, it has a haze of humour about it, great note and loved to flow Another heart-lifter Love Duncan X
Esther, sounds like an episode of 'Love, American Style'... do you remember that program? ? Funny Stuff! ! Brian
Esther, It seems that you appreciate the mans musical genius, as well as his ability to exterminate vermin in his sleep! Two very rare talents that most cannot do while awake!
To snore or to fart is surely an art that us men have off to a tee but while out with a crown and I fart aloud I say it was her and not me. Esther I love your humour.
A slice of realism which has nothing crude about it. The words glide and resound. I love this piece. Susie.
lol! This sounds a little familiar to me! Unfortunately though I'm the culpret lol! ! ! Moyaxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Perhaps the greatest love of all is that which endures loss of sleep. I'm grateful for the ones that endured this for me. I miss the ones who kept me awake. In any case, this certainly carried me back to some memories. Great poem.