National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Monday, 9 April 2018

Shears

Day nine 






Betty and Steve live at number four
not the sort you would want next door
Every sunny day they become a chore
Because they are naked

As god did intend, clothes we do leave
Said Betty, smiling at Steve
He is my Adam and I am is Eve
without the Fig leaves

I do not know why it gives people stress
Just because we like to undress
It saves on the washing, costing us less
Unless its winter

I tend to the flowers, he tends to the lawn
Its all very natural and all in good form
We only do it when outside is warm
Obviously

I admit said Betty we have to take care
When I trim the shrubs with usual flair
Steve now keeps away, I think its unfair
He doesnt trust me now with shears.






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