Love Boat: Poem Three

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Even After Twenty-Five Years

Some fellers are smellers
And some are Old Yellers
And others drink too many beers.
But sweetie I hooked,
I’m arrested and booked,
Even after twenty-five years.

And other old chaps
Take too many naps
And their marriage is sad in arrears,
But darlin’ I’ll foller
Whenever you holler
Even after twenty-five years.

And what of the dips
Who speak too many quips
And just try to tickle the ears?
Well, honey, enough!
This is serious stuff!
Even after twenty-five years.

And others I know
Drive forth with the flow
But they just slip’n slide in their gears.
But my engine revs nasty
When you touch my chassis
Even after twenty-five years.

And finally I see
That some fellas find glee
When they smother their woman in fears.
But, honey, I’m shakin’
From the orders you’re makin’
Even after twenty-five years.

Yes, there’s more to our marriage
Than a crib and a carriage
And a house and two odd careers.
There’s something inside
That I can’t quite describe
Even after twenty-five years.