Take this kiss and praise your God,
he was there and gave the nod
to this union all for life
he appointed you my wife.
Did he plan that double chin
and that early morning grin
cellulite hides in the dark
and your bite just beats your bark.
Gray's been covered, now brunette
but the pubic hair when wet
looks like winter wonderland,
things I will not understand
have come up through many seasons
but, of course, you have your reasons.
You've forgotten how to flex
fall asleep and skip the sex.
Things are not what they once were
and you think I sometimes err
where you used to trust me blindly
I repaid you, rather kindly
as you know our equal rights
once replaced those nasty fights
but today you think you can
question me, your favourite man!
I suggest that at this stage
we can start another page,
all you need to do, my dear
listen carefully and hear
wisdom as I do pronounce
truthful morsels, ounce by ounce.
Let's consider all your words
erudite but free as birds,
thus they will take early flight
and as spouse you'll see the light
shining brightly, just for you
after all, you said 'I do'
Oh, you heartless sod, speaker! ! I'm laughing, Herbs, but when I grow a 'winter wonderland', I'll be laughing on the other side of my face! ! (Mind you, our Wilkinson never lets a follicle down, does he...) : -) Thanks for the giggle, Herbs. I needed it, and so did you. Love, Gina.
I can only laugh and say, 'where you used to trust me blindly' - a lot of formerly young wives were 'there' once upon a time! Not so much now! Please do let us all know the outcome of your proposal in the final stanza... Do you yet breathe, Herbert? !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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We can only hope her sense of humor is as keen as yours, Herbert. This poem is extremely funny, but from my age I see the sadness too. You are simply outrageous, my friend. Raynette