Compromise

Life is full of oddities Which can give it variety And every now and then Even cause soe anxiety He was a man of character. He trod his own path, Kept his undies in the fridge And his coal in the bath. When she moved in she,d Found that rather strange But she hoped in time She could help him change. Her background after all Wasn’t all that posh She could just about manage With her weekly strip wash. And every other month He’d clear a path from the door As he shovelled all the coal Onto to the bathroom floor, And he very quickly learned Rinsing the bath was a must Otherwise her bath water was Full of floating coal dust And so they’d proceded amicably Until things got a rather strained She’d tripped on a lump of coal, One ankle being badly sprained. But, theres always compromise If you’re willing and you”re able And he started storing the coal Under their kitchen table. He found it rather strange That she now bathed every day But finally accepted that It was her own peculiar way And he so very quickly went, And changed his own attitude When night after night, after night She eagerly displayed her gratitude. Thus they progressd to A happy happy life And very soon after he Took her to be his wife. The moral of this little tale You can walk your own path But if you want to please your bird Dont keep your coal in the bath.