A Poem for Six Word Saturday (6WS)

LOVE SONG TO MY  WIFE

          (by J. Sprat)

Last week we fixed the door.

Today you broke the floor.

Every time you take a bath

I fear for every lath

and every beam and timber.

I am no longer young or limber

and it’s really getting harder

to avoid your mammoth ardor--

I think we need to talk.

You can no longer safely walk

without causing mass destruction

to the sturdiest construction

from the kitchen to the basement.

This will be the fifth replacement

of the stairs.  When you cannot make it

through a door without a jimmy

then I can no longer take it.

I’ve seen you in your shimmy.

I’d love you more, turtledove,

if there were just a little less of you to love.

                                       (published, Melic Review, long ago)