David Lewis Paget
An Affair Of The Heart - Poem by David Lewis Paget
They moved right in to the house next door
To our great regret, and pain,
It sounded as if they'd gone to war
Or the two were quite insane,
We should have kept right away from them
But did the neighbourly bit,
Went over and introduced ourselves
And watched them hiss and spit.
They couldn't seem to control themselves
Not even in front of us,
If Jill had spoken to me like that
I'd have pushed her under a bus.
And if I'd shown her the same contempt
That Ray had shown to Liz,
She'd fly at me with a kitchen knife
Because that's the way it is.
We left them there and we went back home
But appalled, with eyebrows raised,
‘Thank god that we're not like them, ' we said,
Our relationship we praised,
They never stopped, we could hear them both
As they each tore each apart,
‘Why do they stay together that way?
It's not an affair of the heart.'
We found that we had to go to them
On a crisp, September night,
They asked us both to adjudicate
After a terrible fight,
So I sat down with Liz, and Jill
Sat listening to Ray,
And after we got back home again
We had different things to say.
‘That Ray is the monster of the two, '
I said, ‘for he's always wrong, '
‘That Liz is a shrew, I'm telling you, '
Said Jill as she sang his song.
We couldn't agree on anything,
We even began to fight,
We had to agree to disagree
As I slept on the couch that night.
Then Jill took to walking in the park
With Ray as the nights wore on,
While I sat with Liz, here, in the dark,
And hugged her, while they were gone,
But never a word amiss was said,
You wouldn't believe it true,
‘For Ray is a perfect gentleman, '
Said Jill, ‘and nicer than you.'
‘Well, Liz would have been my heart's desire,
If I'd only met her first, '
The terrible jibes were steel and fire,
It seemed that we both were cursed,
And then came the day Jill ran away,
With Ray, and I slept with Liz,
I said that I'd love her every day
For that is the way it is.
A year went by and I saw Jill cry
When we met at night in the dark,
And I was miserable too, I sighed,
To Jill in the midnight park,
‘What happened to our relationship,
We seem to have come off worse, '
‘They're both as bad as each other, Jill,
Meeting them was a curse.'
But there was never a going back
To capture what we had lost,
We'd been the tools of a pair of fools
And now were paying the cost,
For Liz flings terrible barbs at me
While Ray tears Jill apart,
We pay the price, and it isn't nice,
It's not an affair of the heart.
3 June 2017
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