At the rumble of a badger's yawn
At the crack of a sparrow's ****
At the pang of his weakened bladder
That's when he makes his start
With the scrape of greying stubble
With the shine of derby brogues
With a perfect Windsor knot
That's how my husband rolls
At the slam of the panelled door
At the echo of a muttered curse
At the march of polished steps
It's only then that I emerge
Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 3:56 PM UTC
At the rumble of a badger's yawn
At the crack of a sparrow's ****
At the pang of his weakened bladder
That's when he makes his start
With the scrape of greying stubble
With the shine of derby brogues
With a perfect Windsor knot
That's how my husband rolls
At the slam of the panelled door
At the echo of a muttered curse
At the march of polished steps
It's only then that I emerge
