Now Valentine has come and gone,
the mop just never turned her on.
I think, I'm going to, next year,
give her a carton of cold beer.
This way, it stands to reason, right (?)
that even though I may be tight
eventually, I'll pick the gift
that will bestow a hearty lift
upon the spirits and her heart.
So, do you think it would be smart
to get a blueprint overbore
for my beloved four-by-four?
Her mother, stupid broad (no Kraut) ,
keeps telling me that it's about
the love that comes with every present,
she thinks of me as one dull peasant.
I disagree, of course, and loudly,
I like that mop and carry proudly
a carton of the finest beer
in the car fridge for you my dear.
And, after souping up the ute,
transfoming it into a brute,
I can deliver so much faster
the lovely presents from your Master.
And, incidentally, my sweet,
your Dad is wearing on his feet
the socks he got for Father's Day:
Fluorescent green, a touch of gray.
A present should be practical,
and that requires tactical
response and planning and a mind,
both analytical and kind.
Well, I think this poem would've been a lovely present. (If you didn't insult her mom in it!) It's very cute though. Hope you had a great Valentines Day! sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Never met my mother-in-law, wished i had.Unfortunately my in law had passed from this life before we could ever meet.I'm sure that chanced meeting would have been a real wonderful treat.For if she was anything like her daughter, we'd get along because my wife is so much smarter.Are you really the controlling master or is she in charge? , Are you the private, and she the sarge? Just remember-Drinking and driving does not mix too well. This poem was very whimsical and humerous.Best regards!