trinkie
06-Aug-07, 19:16
WIDOWS
by Christopher Matthews.
Soothing sounds of daytime telly
Ticking clocks and hourly chimes,
Haunt ten thousand golfing widows
Thumbling through the Radio Times.
Everything is done and dusted,
Dinner wrapped in cellophane,
Dishcloths washed and flowery cushions
Plumped up on the counterpane.
'Sure you'll be okay, then, darling?'
Why they bother no one knows,
'I could cancel if you'd rather'
I could punch you on the nose.
Novels by Joanna Trollope
Bubble baths at half past three,
Gins and tonics sipped, abandoned,
Cupsa soup and mugsa tea.
Phone calls halfway through EastEnders,
'Be bit late love' don't wait dins'
Cheese on toast and woolly slippers
Unwrapped dinners dumped in bins.
by Christopher Matthews.
Soothing sounds of daytime telly
Ticking clocks and hourly chimes,
Haunt ten thousand golfing widows
Thumbling through the Radio Times.
Everything is done and dusted,
Dinner wrapped in cellophane,
Dishcloths washed and flowery cushions
Plumped up on the counterpane.
'Sure you'll be okay, then, darling?'
Why they bother no one knows,
'I could cancel if you'd rather'
I could punch you on the nose.
Novels by Joanna Trollope
Bubble baths at half past three,
Gins and tonics sipped, abandoned,
Cupsa soup and mugsa tea.
Phone calls halfway through EastEnders,
'Be bit late love' don't wait dins'
Cheese on toast and woolly slippers
Unwrapped dinners dumped in bins.