Waiting

Waiting

She looked like a hooker
As she stood by the cooker
In suspenders and black lacy tights

Was she on to a winner
As she stirred the dinner
Was it destined to be one of those nights

She was told by her mother
To be a good lover
And always to cook him his tea

She tried to be knowing
About getting him going
And letting his passion flow free

He was terribly shy
And she wondered why
His libido was cooking on low

Coz she wanted roasties
And feelings of toasties
And all of their dumplings on show

She had to act fast
Coz her eggs wouldn’t last
And she wanted a baby quite bad

She wasn’t so certain
Even behind the closed curtain
He was up to the deed of a dad

It was getting quite late
Well after eight
When she heard his Yale key in the door

He turned deathly white
And got such a fright
As she threw him quite rough to the floor

He worried about neighbours
And despite all her labours
He struggled and got to his feet

He felt really bad
Coz she looked really sad
And said don’t you worry my sweet

I know that you need
Another mouth for to feed
I think that you really are smitten

So I have to confess
That to save all the mess
I have decided to buy you a kitten

Liz Dey