Yes I’ll Marry You

In my search for wedding stuff, I ran across this adorable poem by Pam Ayres that reminded me so much of myself.  :)

Yes, I’ll marry you, my dear,

And here’s the reason why;

So I can push you out of bed

When the baby starts to cry

And I hear a knocking

And it’s creepy and it’s late

I hand you the torch you see

And you investigate

Yes I’ll marry you my dear

And you may not apprehend it

But when the tumble dryer goes

It’s you that has to mend it

You have to face the neighbour

Should our roggie cat attack him

And if a drunkard fondles me

It’s you that has to whack him

Yes I’ll marry you

You’re virile and you’re lean

Your house is like a pigsty

I’ll help you keep it clean

That sexy little dinner

Which you served by candle night

As I do the chappatis you can cook it every night

It’s you who has to work the drill

And put up curtain track

And when I’ve got a migraine its you who gets the flack

I do see great advantages

But none of them for you

And so before you see the light

I do I do I do I do