The Footie Match Extended - Poem by Bob Gibson
That didn't take long! you fixed the loo!
see what a bit of patience, and a plunger can do!
in the fridge there's a bottle of wine!
pour me a glass, when you have the time
not a problem! honeybunnch!
you sit there and I'll do lunch!
shall i peel you a grape? or kiss your toes?
a massage maybe! no i don't suppose!
she smiled at me, but her eyes could melt steel
and casually said oh! just do what you feel!
your wine milady! as i hovered over head
spill one dropp and you wish you were dead!
i was shocked and stunned! not to mention surprised!
my integrity had been compromised!
what are you thinking, you've wounded my heart!
I'll go down ter the Pub! an watch the game from the start!
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