A cold fish? Or just dull? Man or mouse?
Still she’d snare him, feign love, be his spouse.
He’d fall into her arms,
Fool… succumb to her charms!
And he came with a very nice house.
Tag: marriage
The warp and the weft
She weaved tapestries, sang, played the lute,
But her husband-to-be, the damn brute,
Had requested her hand
To get hold of her land,
And then lock in a tower and root!
Nursing a grudge
Her attendance at school had been cursory,
Then haberdashery, mercery,
Not a great life;
Now she’s somebody’s wife,
Gone to fat, feeding brats in the nursery!
Zen and the art of marriage maintenance
Sunday mornings they’d lie in till ten,
Have a root, cup of tea, root again.
Something more than habitual,
Almost a ritual,
Sacred almost. Sort of Zen.
Scratching an itch
Though a good, faithful wife, I’m afraid
That sometimes she got bored, and she strayed,
Told her husband some lie,
Went out, picked up some guy,
Had a couple of drinks, and got laid.
Honey, I’m home!
Naked, smiling. Nice way to be greeted!
This offer may not be repeated!
Fucked there, in the hall,
Her arse slapping the wall!
Now that’s how a good wife should be treated!
The goose and the gander
Women too have their conjugal rights…
Though they reached no great sensual heights,
And though no raving beauty,
He still did his duty…
It helped keep him warm, those cold nights!
Father knows best
“Well, my son, she’s a beautiful bride,”
Said his dad, “but still, cast your net wide.
She’s a good fuck, I know;
Keep your eyes open, though,
For the chance of a bit on the side!”
Re: Capitulation
“Though you marriage may be somewhat dull,”
Said her lawyer, “the grounds to annul,
Sadly do not include
One’s just not being screwed
As one wants. Get it into your skull!
Domestic bliss
Twice a night was once barely enough,
But it slowed down, she got up the duff,
First routine, then a bore,
Sex became one more chore,
And if that didn’t suit him, well tough!