Saturday, January 22, 2005

A mother's advice to a bride

Take care to teach him every day
The skills he needs to master
Otherwise, I'm sad to say,
You're heading for disaster

"The toilet seat goes down again;
Dirty clothes go in the basket;
Blaming a smell on man's best friend
Will do nothing to mask it"

Tell him he needn't waste his time
Devising wild excuses
Quick confession of a crime
Is what a wise man chooses

Life can be sweet if both assent
To nurture one another
If not, your time is better spent
In looking for a lover

But love is love, when all is said
It cannot be diminished-
Man's not complete until he's wed
And after that, he's finished.


Martin Locock, 2003
This poem won 3rd= in the NMGW/NLW e-steddfof 2004.

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