Lovers

Love has no limits as we grow older Excitement's a spice rack and toilet roll holder We bought from the shop down the road Comfortable in silence together alone We watch TV garbage on our throne Our sofa's now moving to lover's mode Its squeaky and creaky it'll wake the kids up My backs out of place and I can't reach my cup It's my lover or my Darjeeling tea We tried something different from our foam bed It didn't work out so my lover then said "Upstairs you can have tea and me"

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/8/2014 9:47:00 PM

by the way, that's funny what you said about Stevie Wonder. Should I do another poem for the tickled contest. methinks people are taking the shades poem too seriously.

Rob Carter
Date: 3/9/2014 1:45:00 AM

Thanks for your comment, glad it touches a nerve with others. Your poem is funny, I can visualise scene well. Depends what you're going for, its more on the side of subtle dark humour, which I like by the way. Rob

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/8/2014 9:46:00 PM

hahaha. This describes it well: life after 50. Great poem.