Trouble and Strife…
It’s the wife’s birthday today.
We’re not actually married,
but we do share two kids.
And a dog.
And a cat.
And a mistrust of pigeons.
There’s also half a tin of pineapples in the fridge,
so I guess we could also share those.
She’s not having any of my Mars bar though,
Romeo and Juliet we’re not.
I believe she’s turning twenty-one,
for the thirty something time.
I’m her toy boy, boy toy,
although that’s not what she calls me.
And other terms of love and affection.
We have little in common,
mainly because she’s half decent.
Somehow we’re still together though,
I’d be dead if we weren’t.
At best I’d be living in a gutter,
wondering where it all went wrong.
So although she drives me crazy,
I’ve much to thank her for.
For being the worlds greatest mother.
For putting up with me.
For making a cracking cooked breakfast.
For laughing at my jokes.
For the kindness she shows my mum.
And loads of other stuff.
As usual she won’t read this,
but many others will.
If you see her,
don’t be shy,
pass on a message from me.
Say these words with love,
make sure she hears.
Happy Birthday Adele,
have a wonderful day.