The Quarrel Poem by Claire Galpin

As my lover and I had a quarrel,
I found that I was untrue,
He went away and didn’t come back,
Till the day that I was due.

I cried that day,
Till my face went blue,
I sat and cried, by my bed-side,
He said he was sorry,
But I didn’t take no notice.

I sighed and cried, moaned and groaned,
From the day I became untrue,
He came and sat by my bedside,
Whispered in my ear.
“Oh Darling can I propose to you.”

I had a shock and a slight heart attack,
A baby boy with bright blue eyes,
He also had fair hair,
My lover and I became a loving pair.