Discarded

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DISCARDED

She accused me of being obsessed

With all the boys' toys in my shed.

When I wanted to tinker with this and that

Bernice wanted cuddles instead.

I suppose she expected a change

When I finally gave her a ring,

But I said 'I am what I am!

I'm not going to change, you sweet thing.'

We went on as before, for a while,

And I found it all most satisfying,

But, one night when I came from the shed,

I found Bernice sobbing and crying.

'Our marriage is off!' she exclaimed;

'The future does not look too bright.

I can see I'll be left all alone,

Night after night after night!'

'But the kids will be company then!

Come on,' I said 'Give me a kiss!'

She gave me a look and she said

'I just wont continue like this!'

She stormed out of the house and away;

But I didn't worry too much.

I knew she'd be back in a day or two,

For my smile and affectionate touch.

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But days turned to weeks. And I feared

That our wonderful romance was dead!

I couldn't enjoy my old motor-bike,

I couldn't enjoy the shed.

I realised I had been selfish;

I'd reform! I made up my mind!

I would be the most doting of husbands,

Thoughtful, reliable, kind.

I was never one for half-measures,

Half-measures are only for fools,

So I cleared out the shed, every corner,

Yes! Even my old car and tools.

I felt that this needed a gesture.

I'd go back to our own special tree,

And I'd take bits and pieces of metal

To discard, ceremoniously.

I'd take her there, then, and I'd show her

That I was a changed sort of man

And we'd, there, set a date for our wedding;

I'd say 'Let's make it as soon as we can!'

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But what did I see by the tree-trunk?

I'm sure you can easily guess......

The pieces of white lace material,

The remnants of 'our' wedding dress!
I knew that she had prepared one,
To wear when she walked down the aisle;
I'd imagined myself waiting for her
With great joy and a heart-warming smile.

*

Now she's married a boy from her school-days;

I think that his first name was Ted.

As for me, I spend night after night after night after night after night

In my shed.

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A Simple Alphabet

YELLING!

There was a young lady from Welling,
Who, it seemed, was addicted to yelling.
Her neighbours, who knew it,
Said 'Why do you do it?'
But she simply yelled 'I'm not telling!'
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