Rob Carter Poet Tail-rhyme

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 March 8, 2014 at 9:47 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 March 9, 2014 at 1:45 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 March 8, 2014 at 9:46 PM hahaha. This describes it well: life after 50. Great poem.