Pedestal WifeA Poem by Chris Shaw(very tongue in cheek, and I hasten to add I don't know anyone like this)
I'm tempted by a role I've missed,
a part I've longed to play. Please place me on a pedestal, if only for a day. I'd like to lead a pampered life, a spoiled, adored, a worshipped wife. One sheltered from all toil and strife who'll always get her way. I struggled all the years I worked to earn my daily bread. So now I'd love to have the chance to change the life I've led. I'll have my breakfast on a tray while I'm still in my negligee. Go make my egg a Faberge as I rest here instead. A cleaner can do all the chores, the tasks which make me blue. And I will walk the dog in woods as I'm entitled to. I'll meet and greet my friends at one, a spot of lunch will be great fun. I'll bask and chat in summer sun, enjoy the pleasant view. As shopping is a therapy, I'd hit the nearest town. I'd spend your cash, quick as a flash, now are you sitting down? New shoes, a dress, new lingerie, a coat it must be Burberry. And how about a Blackberry, while you can wear your frown? Go book a table, not too late for dinner, make it nine. A bottle of the best claret, it is my favoured wine. Then you'll complain about your work, while I plan other ways to shirk. I'll not be calling you a jerk, I want you to stay mine.
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20 Reviews Added on June 6, 2018 Last Updated on June 6, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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