Peter Holmes

Little boy curls, sweets, and treats, lots of love, When granny meets Big boy, cigarettes, booze, and “love” Uni, work, much too hard, heavens above! Wife number one. Crazy, 5 months; I’m gone. Wife number two, only wanted money, but two great Daughters filled my heart. Then a stranger came in our shade; I’m off! Enough! And new start made. Chinese wife was number three, dim sum at weekends, scented tea; But told many lies, short time, cries. No more dim-sum; now eating pies, Fractured love, attracting flies. Retired with pension, not too large, should I live on a barge? The winter’s cold, so didn’t dare; off to South East Asia I did repair. My darling wife, she’s number four, the best of the lot; (She loves me more) Now I’m treated like a king, and gladly purchased golden ring. Sugar in the morning, cream at night, best of all, we rarely fight. Now in clover with my honey, some would say, that’s kind of funny, At sixty two, you’ve waited long, for love’s sweet note, to sing its song. Yes indeed, the truth is *****, how crooked, early life did steer; dark clouds Haunt my dim dark past; but now only sun, with Vietnam lass. Written for Bio contest 17/042014