All Loved Up

Poetry by S. Bee... This cleverly written, sweet story in rhyme was chosen Editor's Choice. Once you read it, you'll know why ....

ALL LOVED UP – She said

Hey- guess what? I’ve packed my case

We’ve moved into our very own place

A couple’s space- it’s rather swish

A trial for marriage is what I wish

Four weeks on - it’s a state of bliss

Cuddles galore and a passionate kiss

There’s his smelly socks on the floor

But I really couldn’t ask for more

Three months in, and he gets on my wick

When he slurps his tea, I want to be sick

I thought I loved him like no other

Just don’t ask me about his mother!

His mates come round and the parties are loud

Why does he need such a big crowd?

It’s not my scene, so I’m off to bed

Recall the loving words he said

Six months on, and things are tense

He still hasn’t fixed the garden fence

Crisp bits everywhere, always on the phone

Football on telly - then there’s that loan…

He never stops snoring at night

I’m so fed- up of all these fights

If he shouts at me again like that

I’ll walk out, and never come back

He says I’m a nagging moaner

Well, he is one god- awful groaner!

All these rows make me sad

I wish I’d stayed at mum and dad’s

That leak wants fixing, he always forgets

Like us two, damaged by neglect

All loved up, together forever...

Now we simply discuss the weather

Splitting up will break my heart

I just can’t bear to be apart

We need to sit down and talk

It’s better than going for a walk

Success! Our love stood the test of time

Proud and happy because he is mine

He’s even got down on his knee

And said “Hey, will you marry me?”

ALL LOVED UP – He said

Been seeing her now for quite a while

A good- looking lass with a winning smile

Then I suggest finding a home

It’s good to be no longer alone

My mates say I’m taking a chance

Yet why not grab this sweet romance?

A shared hang out; a little love nest

I reckon she’s the best of the best

So I like a booze -up or two

Come on, join in, don’t be blue!

She’s stormed off in a sulk, no sense of fun

Why does she dislike visiting my mum?

Housework tasks? Oh stuff that

I like my own way, here in this flat

I’m fed- up of your belly –aching

This situation is of your own making!

Hush please now, the football’s on

There’s the phone - it’s my mate John

Grocery’s shopping’s such a faff

She’s upset – crisps in the bath

With socks and snoring, the rot’s set in

Fixing fences ain’t my thing

So I slurp my daily cuppa

I could easily find another lover

I’ve a loan? Well, it’s no big deal

I can’t be arsed to make nice meals

She’s hyped up, a big control freak

And yes, I know all about the leak

Six months later, I’m ready to leave

Yet her tears stop me “Darling, please”

I don’t want to throw our love away

I hold her close and decide to stay

I know I’ve been a selfish fella

I say sorry and the mood is better

We make an effort every day

Things are done in a different way

I’m glad she’s here, in my life

So I ask her to be my wife

The boozy nights are now all gone

But my best man has got to be John.