6. Hobbo in love

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She's dragged me round each store
until my feet are sore,
shopping till we drop;
I'm knackered girl, please stop.
My legs are on the brink
of packing in, I think
I'd really love a break
before my arms, which ache
stretch any blooming longer
under all these bags, though stronger
men than I, would spot a little chink;
that cosy pub, I need a drink.

Next time, I'll go alone
all he does is moan;
we've only bought a bit
and he's giving me such shit.
When we go to B and Q
he has so much work to do
that he can spend all day
choosing toys with which to play.
One foot in M and S
and his head is in a mess;
"Can't you leave that on the shelf?"
No! Next time, I'll go myself.
Self love
The Hollywood actor
had spent
so long
up his own
that he was
to the shit
he was talking
and the arse
of himself
he was making.
Seeking an answer, definitive,
She boldly split her infinitive;
Do you really love me,
Shrieked out hysterically,
Was hardly the question most sensitive.
Sweet love
You're my fruitcake, my creamcake,
my black forest gateau,
my ice cream and crumble,
maid of honour, gelato.
You're my treacle tart, yogurt,
profiteroles, popover,
my fruit salad cocktail,
my raspberry pavlova.
You're my rice pudding, cupcake,
honeyed tiramasu,
the sweetest of sweets, dear
and gosh, I love you.
Crying game
Your crying game,
what's the aim?

Is it shame?
Am I always to blame.

You claim an old flame
with no name, in the frame.

I came to explain,

It's always the same,
are you game?
Foolish words
Stroke of midnight, wife awoke
to drunken husband having smoke
on doorstep, "Right,"  she said,
"You've had enough, now get to bed!"

Foolishly he tried to joke,
"Sorry darling, piston broke."
She'd had enough now, mist of red,
he's now beneath their flower bed.
Finding God
She found her God
under the dry tarpaulin
of an unused fairground ride.

Every gentle thrust
rang a little bell
on the stylised fire engine.

And as his ardour hardened,
her fire flew higher,
ringing her little bell.
My imaginary friend
and I both parted, at the end
she never paid her round in bars
or took her turn at doing chores.
She put on airs and took the Mick
but what was really rather sick
and turned our friendship to a joke
was when she stole my phantom bloke.
(a parody of Delilah)
I saw the prize in her eyes when she came home from courting,
I heard the quivering tremors of love in her voice.
She was my daughter,
As she defied me, I turned and spoke out, I'd no choice.

My, my, my Jemimah,
Why, why, lie, a miner!
I could see, his job was soon to go green
But he was first love, goodness, I know what that means.

As time went on there was more and more unemployment,
The future was green, and fossil had gone through the floor.
She wouldn't listen,
I lost my temper my friend and showed her the door.

My, my, my Jemimah,
Why, why, lie, a miner!
So, before I get to see you no more,
Forgive me Jemimah, I just didn't want you left poor.

She wouldn't listen,
I lost my temper my friend and showed her the door.

My, my, my Jemimah,
Why, why, lie, a miner!
So, before I get to see you no more,
Forgive me Jemimah, I just didn't want you left poor.
Food of love
His girlfriend had long legs, sericious
Which she smothered in trifle, delicious,
Rubbing custard and jelly
All over her belly,
He ate it for supper, flagitious.
Whilst walking my canine along the Pennines,
A maiden waylaid me, done up to the nines,
Who asked, "Kindly sir, with your handsome old dog,
Could you find me my shoe which I've lost in this bog."

"Far better," quoth I, so as not to deceive her,
"At your services ma'am, my jet black retriever."
Dauphy instinctively knew what to do,
He dived in the mud and he fished out the shoe.

The maid was effusive, fluttering her eyes,
Blimey, I thought, I've caught me a prize!
Mistakenly thinking, I'd gained me a trophy,
Her attentions were elsewhere, she'd fallen for Dauphy.
The men in her life
She had excuses off Pat,
Wiped the floor with Matt,
Albie Quick would not stay,
Her little sunshine was Ray.
The gardeners
Two star crossed lovers,
Who lived with their mothers
Needed quality time spent together.
They installed double beds
In their mums' garden sheds,
Propagating, whatever the weather.
Weather front
With Summer sunshine gone
He slips his cardy on
And patiently concludes
That she's never in the mood.
When fish have wings
When fish have wings
and birds sprout fins,
when priests have stings
and wasps bear sins,
when West is East
and East the West
when kings are fleeced
and paupers blessed
and when the sun
falls from the sky,
till then, my hon,
our love won't die.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
"Hello," she said, with a rueful smile,
"I haven't seen you in here for a while."
"Why, hello," the response and a lecherous grin,
"Are you trying to tell me, my luck could be in?"
"You're joking," said she, her expression agog,
"Five hours in the pub! Your tea's in the dog!"
My favourite place
The snow bonneted 
in Canada
are stunning.

The brooding immensity
 of Uluru
in Australia
has a haunting atmosphere.

The precision
of the Egyptian pyramids
is mind blowing.

The idiosyncratic customs
of western Europe
are charming.

And the home spun beauty
that is England
is reassuring.

But of all the places
around the world,
my favourite
by a country mile,
is snuggled up
in bed, at home
with you.
Same old, same old
A man from Japan
Meets girl with a van,
Now he has a plan
Involving divan,
To see her sun tan.

He fears a ban,
But she says, he can,
The same old flim-flam,
He is her man,
And she's now a mam.
There may be a squabble.
Nay, even a wobble.
Marriages aren't always rosy,
But, if he is the one,
Rain soon turns to sun
And once again, everything's rosy.
The Riposte
Without you, I see, nothing.
Without you, I feel, nothing.
Without you, I have, nothing.
Without you, I am, nothing.

Without me, you do, nothing!
Eating in bed
I've a wart on my todger!
You silly old codger.
I'm not look, I'll show you, it's there!
You fool, that's a crumb.
Soon flicked off with my thumb,
Crikey, thank you, that gave me a scare!
My Yorksher girl
My girl, is a Yorksher pearl,
She's a wine drinking, beer sinking,
hard swearing, tattoo wearing,
love making, back breaking,
French kissing, teeth missing,
shit slinging, horrid singing,
weight lifting, heavy shifting,
dart playing, dragon slaying,
fat frying, bare-faced lying,
curse yelling, B.O smelling,
dole scrounging, lizard lounging,
thought provoking, heavy smoking,
pub stripping, skinny dipping,
twice in jail, hard as nails,
fast food eating, husband cheating,
body hairy, downright scary,
stay up late, overweight,
opinionated, overrated,
pox carrying, never marrying,
pudding of a Yorksher girl!
Two Sugars
She shimmied about in her negligiggle,
Seductively giving her hips a wiggle.
"I'm feeling romantic," she pouted.
Husband looked up, said,"Don't doubt it,
But this is a good book I'm reading
Before footy, and 'ferrets need feeding.
And it's not superman that you've wed,
So, make me a cuppa instead.
I should tell you I love you more,
That you're the one who I adore.
But I don't
-So I won't!
Flower of love
Love is a flower
with toes in the muck,
holds in its power,
hits like a truck.
When I fall in love
it will be for a minute.
For I know there ain't
any future in it.

It won't be long
until she says, with a frown,
"Why don't men
put the bloody lid down!"
A Good Sport
A studious sort,
She had no time for sport,
Or the chaps who showed sporting endeavour,
Till, discovering sex,
She discarded her specs,
And had a great time whensoever.
One night stand
The twirls of her skirt,
The thrill of a frill,
The girl was a flirt
But was over the hill.

The glint in his eye,
Suggestive the wink,
The silly old guy
Had had too much to drink.

The following morning,
Wakes up in a whole.
With reality dawning,
He is sick in the bowl.
Talking feet
A woman, with body curvaceous,
Had feet which were highly loquacious,
Till her husband, in bed
In his frustration said,
"Can't you shut the foot up!" Goodness gracious!
Sex Games
He popped it into her ear,
Which she found decidedly queer,
But when she'd mentioned oral,
He thought that she meant aural!

The Quaker
He married a Quaker,
He thought she'd said baker,
-Imagined fresh bread at her shop.
He reached for a bap,
Which earned him a slap,
"Before the fun starts," she said,"Stop!"
Love and Marriage
I am almost embarrassed to mention,
My wife's in receipt of a pension.
She was a young girl when I met her,
And every day, she gets better and better.

If we get to a hundred, of course,
I shall abandon all hope of divorce,
And if it's a hundred and ten,
We might even marry again!
Holding Hands
My granny and granddad held hands,
I saw them at Bolton-le-Sands.
Like an amorous mister and miss,
He bent down and gave her a kiss.
They looked absolutely in love,
Then he gave her a bit of a shove.

And she tumbled, without any fuss,
Straight under the Lancaster bus,
Which granny had never heard coming,
For granddad was too busy humming,
The tune of a little refrain,
It was Vera Lynn's, 'We'll meet again.'
Like a fast fading flower
that wilts, by the hour,
our love life could do with fresh water,
but you fight like a bull
and though life's not dull,
you never give me any quarter!
Honours U.K
You gave a hundred grand
to our political party.
May I shake your hand?
Arise, Sir Hale 'n' Hearty.

And you, my dear, an actor,
entertainment bourgeoisie,
a big deciding factor,
please take your MBE.

You work in public service,
in all weathers, never stop,
well, don't you look so nervous,
and here's a lollipop!
(wrong page!)
Oh well
Forty five years we've been wed
And it don't seem a day over forty,
We never had need of a bed,
You were sexy, and ever so naughty!

Now, it's all aids and false teeth,
Like a project that's got out of hand,
Never knowing quite what lies beneath,
As our hourglasses run out of sand.
Forgive and forget
I can
and will

I can
let live
and will
let live.

I can't
not quite,
not yet.
Food of love
when you depart
go overseas
you leave my heart
like melted cheese

on your return
to this fair coast
for you I'll burn
some honeyed toast
A kiss
I bent to give her a kiss
romantically, making to hug her.
she managed somehow to resist
and called me a sloppy old bugger!
When it comes my time to go,
I shall leave it all to you.

You're a lazy so and so,
You already flipping do!
Booze Cruisin'
A love-life oft hinges
on booze fueled binges,
the lure of those wine tinted glasses,
for without alcohol
there is no way at all
most people would dare to make passes.
First Love
That angelic face
monopolizing your dreams
could not be replaced
by a hundred ice creams.

When the school day is done
your hand round her waist,
all innocent fun
and in very good taste.

You woo her with gifts
of biscuits and sweets.
Oh how your heart lifts
when first your lips meet.

But soon she swaps places
for the new boy in class
and now she pulls faces
whenever you pass.
She seductively took off her clothes,
Her considerable charms to expose.
He was caught unawares
At the sight of her wares
And dropped on one knee to propose.
You're as crucial to me
as the hole in my Polo,
without who, you see
I'd be so low and solo!
She collected lovers
in a similar way that others
gathered ornamental cats,
Lalique glassware, table mats,
snuff boxes, candelabra,
oil paintings of french harbours,
thimbles, needles, pins,
old tools for making things.

Long dead, silver watches,
samplers and swatches,
diamonds, set in rings,
in fact, any little thing.
No requirement to walk
or even merely talk,
prepared for undercover,
then you could be her lover.
Girl talk
My girl talks baloney,
which is okay, if only
she'd pause now and then for a breath.
She has me in stitches,
like one of the witches,
the bad tempered one in Macbeth.
Wet play
A General Practitioner, fresh qualified,
Took his girl for a trip to the riverside.
Doing things they didn't oughta,
Both fell in the water,
The Doc, on a duck, most undignified.
Turning sour
Your love, my dear
is a fragrant rose,
full of dangerous thorns
which get up my nose!

You cheeky old pig,
it's a beating of hearts,
I want yours to stop
so that death do us part!
A prospect
I knew she was classy
when she lifted her skirt
and subtly, discreetly,
she sneaked a quick squirt.

Tattoos spelled correctly
seemed a promising sign,
only been once to rehab,
this girl could be mine.

Her several addictions
were all in the past
and with fines up to date,
we'd a romance could last.

She shaves every day,
has but one tiny flaw,
she's still wed to her third,
or did she say four?
Sound familiar?
Cup of coffee, darling?
No thanks. Occupied.
Response a little tetchy,
was that a roll of eyes?

Here it is, my dear!
What's this?
Your cup of tea,
make it yourself next time,
don't go asking me!

But it was me who asked you!
You must think me green,
next time you want a cuppa,
say what you bloody mean!
I desire fire,
to be wined and dined,
make passionate love,
blow my mind.

Your efforts
lack lustre,
don't pass muster.

I need
a roller coaster ride,
not a casual
bit on the side,
admiring the ceiling,
the paper that's peeling,
ancient lincrusta,
stuffed with linseed oil
and wood flour,
bittersweet, sour,
as the words which you shower
on me baby.

your dust,
I'm sick of your bluster,
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