MY LOVELY WIFE
If l get home late,She never complains.
Sometimes I see,
She's been crying again.
She never wait's by the door,
With her rolling pin.
Mainly because she can't remember,
Which drawer she put it in.
She's getting thin,
While I'm getting fat.
Think somewhere down the line,
I wrote a poem about that.
She's so soft and sweet and kind,
I was pleased the day she said she'd be mine.
As for the reason she sits down and cries,
She does it every time a butterfly dies.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-08-01 at 23:56
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