What Love Is

It's time to write a poem of love Let me see now where do I start? Love is like a feeling you get Somewhere deep in your heart It doesn't feel like heartburn Though many men swear it might I think it's something about making up Right after you've had a fight Love is being considerate I don't even know what that means I just needed a four syllable word To fill in the inbetweens Love is something about the toliet seat Do I leave it up or down? Or eating that leftover meatloaf With a smile instead of a frown Love is sharing her dentures When you have an apple to eat Or maybe not holding your nose When she asks you to rub her feet Now ain't my wife so lucky To have a man like me? I may not know what love is But I'm as funny as I can be