For my wife



A CHRISTMAS TALE

I'll tell you a tale of woe,
That may fill you full of fear.
A wife just isn't for Christmas;
You can't give them back,
At the end of the year.

If you buy a wife for Christmas,
You may think it's money well spent.
No, A wife just isn't for Christmas,
You can't give them back for lent.

When you choose a wife for Christmas,
And I mean this most sincere.
Never pick out a wife for Christmas,
If you've drunk a gallon of beer.

Someone sent me a wife for Christmas,
As pretty as a fox.
I think I'll return her to sender,
Before I open her box.

She came, A belated present,
January 11th, Odd or so you may think.
I thought her; Quite a good looker,
Dressed in jasmine and pink.

I've decided to keep her,
No matter what they may say.
I've always wanted a wife for Christmas,
You see I'm funny that way.

I won't return her unopened,
Or let her out of my sight.
I think this one's a keeper,
I'll love her the rest of my life.




Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-12-15 at 00:06

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