by Pam Ayres
Yes,
I'll marry you, my dear,
And here's the reason why;
So I can push you out of bed
When the baby starts to cry,
And if we hear a knocking
And it's creepy and it's late,
I hand you the torch you see,
And you investigate.
Yes,
I'll marry you, my dear,
You may not apprehend it,
But when the tumble-drier goes
It's you that has to mend it,
You have to face the neighbour
Should our labrador attack him,
And if a drunkard fondles me
It's you that has to whack him.
Yes,
I'll marry you,
You're virile and you're lean,
My house is like a pigsty
You can help to keep it clean.
That sexy little dinner
Which you served by candlelight,
As I do chipolatas,
You can cook it every night!
It's
you who has to work the drill
and put up curtain track,
And when I've got PMT it's you who gets the flak,
I do see great advantages,
But none of them for you,
And so before you see the light,
I do, I do, I do!
Thanks for visiting my blog...I did use it in an anniversary post and my family loved it. I haven't looked Pam Ayers up yet...but I'm going to...I just found a really old book of marriage poems by Ogden Nash that has several really funny ones too.
I really love the look of your blog...well done.
Posted by: Stack | Saturday, 08 August 2009 at 12:59
I just LOVE this...may I copy just the poem to my facebook for my family? I'm more than willing to post a link to your blog as well...however you'd be more comfortable.
Posted by: Stack | Thursday, 06 August 2009 at 14:58
Great poem and scrumptious aprons as usual. These are just so lovely and I really like the way you always shoot your work in a natural setting. Always a pleasure to pop in and browse and feel inspired.
Enjoy your week!
Posted by: Lisa @celebrate CREATIVITY | Sunday, 26 July 2009 at 21:17
Adorable poem--and I do love that blue/pink 70s print apron!
Posted by: Becca Fritschle | Sunday, 26 July 2009 at 19:05
Gorgeous aprons! Hilarious poem! :)
Posted by: Sarah | Saturday, 25 July 2009 at 01:36