When toward my bed I stumble
My wife
greets me with a grumble
“Hello my
little apple crumble”
I say as in
her nightgown I fumble
My advances
are met with a mumble
“Dearest,
my desire is quite humble
A little
bit of rough and tumble”
Her reply
is yet another mumble
But we did
have a Christmas fumble
No comments:
Post a Comment