The poem poured out,
On to tired looking paper,
Where bored ‘individuals’,
Took turns to rape her,
Whilst words withered, wondering,
Why do they fear me?
They rifled through text books,
Received only vexed looks,
Schooled in deciphering,
Kept under heel,
The poem wept,
For they did not feel.
Winter finds the brokenhearted,
Disappointed, our departed,
Left for shores, as yet, uncharted,
Love has grown and flown, alone,
An abyssal maw, an undertone,
Once more, cancer has outsmarted,
But cannot kill what you imparted,
For your wisdom, warmth and life still give,
And in our hearts, will ever live.
I am not suggesting that my wife,
Feels our marriage is a fetter,
But instead of ringing for an ambulance,
During my heart attack, wrote them a letter!
I lost my job as a regular sperm donor,
It really caused quite a fuss,
When I was late because my car broke down,
And I had to come on the bus…
Marrying both the loves of my life,
Seemed a solution without flaw,
Until I discovered the punishment for bigamy,
Was two mothers-in-law…