ARE WE BOTHERIN’ ?

By

John G. Sutton

 

                                   I’ve been wedded o’er foty years

                                   To ‘t same woman, me wife

                                   She calls me not fit fot’ burn

                                   But her still is in me life

                                   Her cooks me grub

                                   And washes cloythes

                                   She makes our home reet gradely

                                   But when it comes to makin’ love

                                   Her alus says ‘Ey……….maybe’

                                   These days I get no leg-over

                                   She doesn’t want to know

                                   Her looks at me as if I’m daft

                                   When I reaches out me paw

                                   An’ if I ask ‘are we botherin’?’

                                   T’answers alus NO!

                                   I’m gerrin’ reet frustrated

                                   Livin’ like a monk

                                   And her, she sits and knits away

                                   So I goes and gets reet drunk

                                   But t’other neet I geet a freet

                                   I’d just geet whoam from’t pub

                                   Her pulls off me owd flat ‘at

                                   An’ me back she starts fot’ rub

                                   ‘By Gum! tha’ looks a proper mon’

                                   She whispers in me ear

                                    I’m thinking ‘Hey! Howd’ on a bit

                                   I’m fairly full o’ beer’

                                   But missus was unstoppable

                                   She soon had me upsteer’

                                   Ripped off me corduroy undies

                                   An’ niver’ said her prayers

                                   That wur’ best seein’ too I’ve had

                                   In nigh on twenty year

                                   An’ wot was it that stirred her up?

                                   To make her luv’ and want me!

                                   Instead o’ sittin’  knittin’ socks

                                   She been watchin’ The Full Monty

                                   Now every night I’m down the pub

                                   In blue movies she’s wallowin’

                                   Her knit one pearl two has been forgot

                                   An’ her cry is ‘Are we botherin!’

(c) John G. Sutton 2001

 

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