The Perfect Proposal

The Perfect Proposal For us girls it’s the day We patiently await When the perfect proposal finally comes our way Faceless as yet We only picture the scene Our life long imaginings become Realised dream No flowers, candles, ambient air no Lengthy speeches, fluted champagne All believed to make the day fair no - Only simple words spoken At guileless pace Direct to the heart Setting fireworks off Across the sky they race - Mummy when I’m a big man Will you marry me? A tear in my eye I squeeze his chubby thigh