Sweet Man with Life I Share...

Sweet man with life I share
Your love for me is often clear
Of course there was the other night
Which gave me such a fright

You made me dinner, spaghetti, I recall
It was Monday and snow was about to fall
Unawares I chatted while you cooked
"How was your day? Did you return your book?"

Heroes was about to start
Monday nights - our favorite part
You handed me the plate piled high with red
"Thank you sweetie," I know I said

Dinner was over, I went to the sink
I saw something requiring me to think
"Robbie, what is this here?"
You said, "Oh no, my dear."

I love you my husband, I love you with ease
But please, please, please
Never again feed me moldy cheese.

Comments

Anonymous said…
When I come to visit, does Robbie have to cook?

Mom
Wis said…
Mold cheese is, Yoda.

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