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LOVE IS
When a man falls for a woman,not knowing,
That she is a far superior creature.
She allows him to marry her,
Even though he hasn’t one redeeming feature.
LOVE IS
Finding out that your pounds you work for are useless, Worth next to nothing at all.
It’s HER pounds that SHE earns that pay for holidays, Xmas and shopping at Meadowhall.
LOVE IS
Looking interested when she’s took two hours in shoe shop, Choosing a new pair of wellies.
When you’d rather be in Dixons,
Watching football on their big tellies.
LOVE IS
Thinking about washing the pots,
When she’s poorly in bed with the flu’,
Hoovering and dusting and tidying up,
All sorts of things you could do.
LOVE IS
Not panicking when she shouts she’s feeling better,
And thinking of getting up.
She fancies a cup of tea,
And you can’t find a clean cup.
LOVE IS
Leaving the window slightly ajar,
When you’ve used the bathroom.
You leave behind a lethal gas,
She, just a hint of feminine perfume.
LOVE IS
Love is looking back over all those years,
Since you gave her that wedding ring.
Wondering what changes would you make,
Not a bloomin’ thing!!!!!!
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