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I shook the hand of sweet Marita
I shook it cause I had to greet her
"Marry me" she whispered later
so I came to decorate her vita

The years soon formed a decade
then both of us did contemplate
"Let's sell the horse, let's sell the house
it's rather now than better wait"

"Too many hours dressed in blue
when I didn't really Romeo you
Marita, please don't find me
I have to get me something new"

And so we went with memories
into totally different territories
sex, drugs and sausage rolls
are now my only worries

I don't have the skill of the Lion or Geoffrey to critique a poem, but I know when something I read makes me smile.

This poem did just that.

Sex, drugs and sausage rolls

A lot of fun to read, thanks Monday for making me laugh on a tuesday