Changing the bedding with Pat

God may have made the world in seven days,
But Pat and I made our bed every seven days,
A revered ritual if there ever was one,
A physical renewal of our sacred vows,
Love, honour and obey: I observed them all.

Love came when we changed the duvet cover,
The last act in the changing of the bedding,
We would start at either side of the cover
And unbutton it to the tune of 'The Stripper',

Honour came when Pat said
It was far too early for sex.

Obedience came when Pat said
I had to tuck in the bottom sheet
As we had been trained to do
When we first met as student
Nurses in the local hospital.

Pat and I are still together.




Poetry by Christopher Fernie The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-01-03 at 15:41

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
A wonderful slice of domestic life to which I can fully relate both inaction and philosophy. Love it!
2021-01-04



The heart of this reader smiles, warmly, empathetically, sincerely, at this beautiful picture. Thank you for sharing it!
2021-01-03