A better half when turned bitter

For long who’d been my better half Has now become my bitter half-- Bitter, my autumns sing Of fantasies of spring… To bull has blown a benign calf Who feels (or feigns) she’s tired Ever since I retired, To smirk has turned a vibrant laugh. _________________________ Happenings | 24.07.2025 | humour, life, wife Note: She has, I would like to feel, nothing against my poetic journey as such, but that my poems fetch not a penny.