Of course I love ya darlin',

You're a bloody top notch bird

And when I say you're gorgeous

I mean every bloody word

So ya bum is on the big side

I don't mind a bit of flab.

It means that when I'm ready,

There's somethin' there to grab.

So your belly isn't flat no more

I tell ya, I don't care

So long as when I cuddle ya,

I can get my arms 'round there.

No sheila who is your age

Has nice round perky breasts

They just gave in to gravity

But I know ya done your best.

I'm tellin' ya the truth now,

I never tell ya lies

I think it's very sexy

That ya got dimples on ya thighs.

I swear on me nanna's grave now,

The moment that we met,

I thought that you was as good as

I was ever gonna get.

No matter wot ya look like

I'll always love ya dear.

Now shut up while the footy's on

And fetch another beer.

Rick.

:devious::devious:

Rick, Barbara must have to put up with a lot...she is a saint.

Cheers, Mike

Hey there Mike,

You're not wrong there mate. After putting up with me for 40 years, I reckon she deserves a bloody medal.

Rick.

:devious::devious:

Love that poem but I don't think I'll recite it to my wife any time soon because I'd like to continue to have the opportunity to 'grab something when I'm ready'.

Come on now Stephen,

Where's your sense of adventure ???????

I recited it to Barb. It's been very quiet around here for a couple of days now.

Rick.

:devious::devious:

Women give us the "Silent treatment" for punishment and we men pretend that we hate it:rolleyes:

Women give us the "Silent treatment" for punishment and we men pretend that we hate it:rolleyes:

I call those periods of silence "Marital Bliss"...