I would do all for the
love of my man,
cause he does things to me
that no-one else can.

When he looks at me
it pull strings in my heart.
Although I'm sometimes
put off when I hear him ****.

I do love to look
at him sleeping at night.
But he should shut the door
when he's having a *****.

He should open a window
when he exits the loo,
and pull the **** chain
so I can't see his poo.

I wish he would learn
how to do washing up
not to drop cigarette butts
in a half empty cup.

He could fold his clothes up
and put them away
not to just take them off
and leave them where they lay.

Not to fix carburrettas
on the new coffee table
and perhaps to drink less
so his walking is stable.

With this in my mind
I still feel such a force
but feel much better now
since I had the divorce.