The child-bride was attending a spring fashion 'do' a few years ago. Everyone attending was asked to bring a song, a short story, a poem or piece of prose relating to spring.
She asked me write her a poem for the occasion. Being very pregnant at the time she was wearing a new dress that was covered in flowers.
This is what I gave her.
This is a poem ‘bout this here dress,
(I’m writing it good so it don’t look a mess)
My wife she wanted it writ on spring
Funny that, she don’t know a thing
‘bout suspension, brakes, a nut and bolt
Can’t blame her, it’s not her fault.
So I wrote her a poem. I wrote it good.
It sounded just like a spring poem should.
I had hydraulics and shockies, sprockets of lead…
She took one look and said, “Empty head!”
She said it wasn’t what she meant
And she was sure my mind was bent.
So here it is, this is it.
(Don’t I feel a right royal twit)
It’s got a hem, a collar of lace
Really sets off her pretty face.
Two short sleeves, lots of flowers
(I’ve had to sit and watch for hours!)
That will do, that’s enough
I‘m not good at doing this stuff.