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An ode to my beautiful wife Who is really the love of my life In all of our years We've had so few tears I can't even remember much strife Now truly she doesn't like cricket Or my nose, should I stupidly pick it And the money I spend Drives her right round the bend So my wallet, she's no choice but nick it Yes, we have two kids and six cats The latter delieverd two rats but the oddest thing They decided to bring To our house were a couple of bats. We were drinking and watching the telly When Becksy cat did something smelly It happened we saw Her *** was rubbbed raw And she needed pretroleum jelly. When the time reaches much after nine Unless we've been into the wine It's off to the bed For resting of head Hey that's not your pillow, it's mine. Our daughters are Issy and Jess They turn cleanliness into a mess Whatever we do By quarter past two We're under some strain and more stress. We really do love our great daughters For all of the things that they taught us And all of the grind Gets left well behind When a hug is the best gift they brought us
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Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 10:37 PM UTC
Ode to my Beautiful Wife
An ode to my beautiful wife Who is really the love of my life In all of our years We've had so few tears I can't even remember much strife Now truly she doesn't like cricket Or my nose, should I stupidly pick it And the money I spend Drives her right round the bend So my wallet, she's no choice but nick it Yes, we have two kids and six cats The latter delieverd two rats but the oddest thing They decided to bring To our house were a couple of bats. We were drinking and watching the telly When Becksy cat did something smelly It happened we saw Her *** was rubbbed raw And she needed pretroleum jelly. When the time reaches much after nine Unless we've been into the wine It's off to the bed For resting of head Hey that's not your pillow, it's mine. Our daughters are Issy and Jess They turn cleanliness into a mess Whatever we do By quarter past two We're under some strain and more stress. We really do love our great daughters For all of the things that they taught us And all of the grind Gets left well behind When a hug is the best gift they brought us
.......... I think she'd had more than enough of my cricket crud. This one came to me with a pleasing amount of ease. However, I'm not entirely happy with the 5th verse.
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david-bird
English
Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 10:37 PM UTC
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