When, You’re Pouring Over The Weather Poem by Mark Heathcote

When, you’re pouring over the weather
That’s as thick and strapping as cow leather
Don’t say you’re in “love” like it’s a riddle
Don’t fall in a puddle up to your middle
And, say your world is a turbot
But you really wanted sherbet.

Make no mistakes out of the bocks
A marriage isn’t a pair of threadbare socks.
When, you’re pouring over the weather
That’s as thick and strapping as cow leather
Just be thankful sirs howsoever
You’re still in love together.