I’m sure my love cares much for me,
she shows it every day,
And often she will show that love in
Every kind of way,
She meets me at the door each night
As weary l return
She thinks that me, should prepare tea,
Wont eat it if its burned,
And then we sit and watch TV, she
Don’t mind if its bad,
Not even if its comedy, or something
Very sad.
She sometimes whilst we watch the
Show, she nibbles at my neck,
And then l’ll know its bedtime, switch
TV off, what the heck,
Lock the doors and turn the lights off,
Then l find l,m led,
Up our rickety staircase, then, she’s
Stretched out on the bed
She shows in most enchanting way, the
Body males adore,
She’ll stretch and display all again, like
Harlot or an whore,
I turn away and undress, for she’s often
Apt to sneer,
But l don’t mind, if she’s unkind, just
So that she is near.
I lie awake and thank my stars that she’s
Been sent to me,
For often men don’t find a love like only
This can be,
Then murmur ‘Goodnight’ to her as she
Turns and answers back,
No finer love in all the world, me and
Kissy, my old cat.
© Sammichon, 7 months ago
For Bonnie