The following tongue-in-cheek poem was in answer to the
following Daily Telegraph article,
'The garage of my dreams'
James proposes marriage to his garage!
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“Women always worry about the things that men forget;
men always worry about the things women remember”
Poor Woman! I can tell,
If I were her I would rebel.
You cannot treat a girl like that,
When she has given up her flat.
How your writing doth disparage,
I'd lock you in your flippin' garage!
I think she's brave to take you on,
Her independence now foregone
For a bachelor is hard to tame,
A selfish breed and all the same.
Just let them think they're wild and free,
Some hours of peace there then can be.
Allow them chum nights down the pub,
To indulge in darts and beer and grub.
And nuture well their inner child,
Then they will be both meek and mild.
Uncalled for James? I dont think so!
When love for solitude you show.
Change your career, become a busker,
Leave Woman your house and darling Fusker!
Though if living in your 'garage-flat'
You might need him as bold guard-cat!
( I'll try to be nice next time.....perhaps!)
Elaine x
