My wife can be somewhat impulsive,
And nine times in ten, that’s okay.
A lovely surprise
And will keep routine boredom at bay.
But occasionally, things can go awry,
If she does things without consultation.
She’s just booked a hotel,
Which is all very well,
But now we’ve a dire situation.
The final few days of the summer,
She’s booked us away for a break.
‘Ere schooldays begin,
And the autumn sets in,
She has found a hotel on a lake.
The kids will be packed off to Granny’s,
And we will have three days relaxing,
No washing or drying,
Or tempers a-flying,
And nothing too tiring or taxing.
But where there’s a bright, silver lining,
There’s often a black, threat’ning cloud,
Why did she not wait
And check back with the date?
But of course I can’t say that out loud.
UEFA Cup. Second leg. Thursday.
Shels one nil down from the first.
The Slovenes will try
Just to muddle on by,
But we hope that our luck is reversed.
I know I am biased, but this is
The biggest Shels game of the season.
And where will I be?
Down in south Offaly,
Frustrated and losing my reason.
Of course, I can’t tell her in future,
It might be more wise to confer.
She’d say that I’m more
Predisposed to the score,
Than with spending a few days with her.