Muxed-ip

 Muxed-ip 

I don’t know how it happened, but I mixed up her pills with mine,
I took some that I shouldn’t have, but at first I felt quiet fine,
Some were for Blood Pressure and Cholesterol as well,
And some were for Calcium and those, Hormone things from hell.

At first the day went nicely, almost normal it would seem,
And then her funny pills kicked in, like the start of a bad dream,
I sat there, watching Footy, and before half the match had gone,
I got this urgent feeling,  to put the washing on.

I thought it was a failing, one that I should just ignore,
But suddenly I found myself polishing the floor,
I lay down on the settee there, to ease this, female pain,
And leaped back on my feet again, to dust the window frame.

I took her with me shopping, that was a big mistake,
I bought a cap, I didn’t need, I bought a Christmas cake,
I bought a suit, (too small for me , I can’t believe I did,
But when she asked me why I said. “It was only forty quid”.

Twas later on that eventide, when things began to ‘peak’,
And I wish that I could rewind, to the middle of last week,
When I was of a saner mind, and none of this was real,
And you would maybe understand, how stupid now I feel.

You see, she started feeling amorous, a rare occasion this,
She dressed in something glamorous, and gave me a longing kiss,
And in my mind, as I reclined with her kiss upon my cheek,
I was mentally reminding myself of the shopping we needed next week.

It was a really living nightmare, I had mixed her pills with mine,
And finally, to top it off, I fancied a glass of wine,
I poured out two, I took them and said. “Here you are my dear”.
And she sat there, with the footy on, and said. “Pour me a pint of beer”.

( Oh dear, will they ever wear off? )

Mick.