Sleeping on the CouchA Poem by InyourshadowPartners sometimes annoy us with bad habits but then why do we still love themIs that the sun up in the sky? Or just my lovers blood shot eye? Is that the scent of imposing death? Or just my lovers drunken breath? He's such a slob, he's such a slouch, I think I'll go sleep on the couch. What with his acking smokers cough, and the wafting sheets when he lets off. The odour from his sweaty feet, and garlic raw he loves to eat. The belching and the backside scratch, and dandruff flakes on balding patch. The sagging ponch and bingo wings, and earache when er' he sings. I loved him once, still do I guess, cause at least he's mine this awful mess. It's not the outter but whats within, that keeps my heart alone for him. He's never strayed on one night stands, because these rings adorn our hands. He'd rather die than let me go, I guess that's why I love him so. So forgive the faults and warts an all, for he's still the man for whom I'd fall. So please ignore my little whine, when said and done I'm glad he's mine. © 2011 InyourshadowAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on November 4, 2011 Last Updated on November 4, 2011 AuthorInyourshadowUnited KingdomAboutI am trying to broaden my abilities as a writer, hoping to learn new styles and ways to express myself. I am married with 4 kids and a beautiful grandson, plus my two wonderful yorkshire terriers T.. more..Writing
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