Husband And Wife Walks - Poem by kate williams
He likes long.
I like short.
He likes fast.
I like slow.
He likes steep.
I like flat.
I like to hold hands.
He's like: 'Stuff that! '
I like cool.
He likes hot.
I like to stop.
He does NOT!
I like to buy pretty postcards to send...
Well, that drives him round the bend!
He likes to ramble, long and far.
I prefer to go by car.
No, I can't pretend that our tastes always blend,
But we both like a nice cup of tea at the end...
I like teabag.
He likes pot.
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