The Threat Of The Weaker Sex Poem by David Lewis Paget

The man had a terrible temper,
Would rage at the skies above,
Would screech and howl, like a midnight owl,
He'd been unlucky in love.
He'd stomp about in the village square,
Go out, and look for a fight,
The villagers always avoided him
When he'd roam around at night.

Then he'd come and knock at my own front door
Demanding to talk to Jill,
I'd hear her say from the passageway,
‘I don't want to talk to Bill!
I'd had enough when he beat me up
And my heart would never heal,
Just tell him I'm sticking with you, my love,
I know that your love is real! '

He'd punch the door, then he'd stand and roar
So I'd slam the door in his face,
He kicked a panel across the floor
And I said I'd call the police!
I heard him muttering as he left,
‘Come out, I'll give you a fight,
Tell Jill she's dead if she's in your bed,
I'll call in the dead of night! '

I took the hammer and nails outside
And battened the shutters down,
Then strung an electrical tripwire that
Would pulverise the clown,
‘The man's as mad as a meat axe, Jill,
Bi-Polar, that's for sure, '
‘More of a schizophrenic, Jim,
‘Be sure to bar the door.'

We'd sit in a petrified silence in
The cottage, every night,
Listening for the slightest sound
If something wasn't right,
The roof would creak as the timber cooled
And the wind soughed through the eaves,
We even strained by the window panes
At the patter of Autumn leaves.

‘How long are we going to put up with this, '
I said to Jill, one morn,
‘He's tempting fate by the garden gate,
He's been there since the dawn.'
‘I'm going to have to confront him, ' said
The darling of my life,
I hadn't proposed to her just then
But I hoped she'd be my wife.

She walked on out to the garden gate
And I heard him raise his voice,
I couldn't quite make his words out, but
He was giving her a choice.
Then Jill I heard in a voice that stirred
From the depths of a gravel pit,
And he went white with a look of fright
And he left, and that was it!

‘What did you say to the maniac
That he turned and went away? '
She smiled, and cuddled on into me,
‘I think I made his day.
I said that I'd go back home with him
But I'd poison his meat and drinks,
Or slit his throat when asleep one night…'
He hasn't been back here since!

18 December 2014