The Twins
She was a lovely lady, very proud
though when angry could be loud,
Pregnant with twins, little support,
her husband, manly, not that sort,
on the day she gave birth, he's out
down pub drinking bitter and stout,
She gave birth at their family home
though for her no love was ever shown,
when the babies were six weeks old
they still had no names, it's foretold,
he came home drunk totally brained
She ordered him to get them named,
so down local church to see vicar,
pub opens soon could you be quicker
the vicar said what will be their names?
couldn't remember but showed no sorrow
name this one today that one tomorrow,
the vicar knew him and showed no remorse
He christened them as a matter of course,
was an extremely sad life for him and her
from that day a life they couldn't and didn't share.
I have been told this is a true story (today renamed Toby died young)
(Tomorrow renamed Thomas lived to an old age )
8/3/2017.
Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2017
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