One For the Lads

My days are numbered now,
Since I married the greedy sow.
She thought it was funny,
Spending all of my money,
I'm back where I started,some how.

She took me off to court,
Fair trial,I hoped,I thought.
But not on your nelly,
It's not like the telly.
She's taken everything I  bought.

Everything will work out just fine,
Leaving a CD, thinking it was mine.
She's taken the deep freeze,
Even my pound block of fresh cheese,
I'm sure what she's doing is a crime.

At least we're on speaking terms,
My new flat is clean, without germs.
But I got the last laugh.
Fresh water,in a clean bath,
And get to keep all the money I earn.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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M  Avatar
October 25, 2023 at 2:15 PM
Love this Simon….very cleverly written and funny!! Debx
M  Avatar
October 30, 2023 at 11:21 AM
I get it now!
Hamill Avatar
October 29, 2023 at 9:17 AM
Lol, I hit the wrong key, :+) :+) It reminds me of a snowman, take care
M  Avatar
October 27, 2023 at 7:57 AM
Snowman?
Hamill Avatar
October 27, 2023 at 7:09 AM
Glad you enjoyed it, it made me smile writing it.lol.take care :-):+) ps do you like my snowman.
James Avatar
September 8, 2023 at 3:00 AM
At least you can buy more cheese with the money you now keep lol. Enjoyed your fun verse Simon.. Keep them coming please. Emilia : )
Hamill Avatar
September 8, 2023 at 5:33 AM
hello, even my wife thought it was funny, told me to put it on soup, take care, Simon :-) :-)
Allison Avatar
September 4, 2023 at 12:59 PM
sure made me smile Simon, :-) hugs Jan xx
Hamill Avatar
September 4, 2023 at 3:11 PM
Hi Jan. It made wife smile. So I got permission to put it on soup.lol. :-):-)
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