Trouble and Strife…

It’s the wife’s Birthday today.

We’re not actually married,

but we do share two kids.

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And a dog.

And a cat.

And a mistrust of pigeons.

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There’s also half a tin of pineapples in the fridge,

so I guess we could also share those.

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She’s not having any of my Mars bar though,

Romeo and Juliet we’re not.

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I believe she’s turning twenty-one,

for the thirty something time.

I’m her toy boy, boy toy,

although that’s not what she calls me.

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Arsehole.

Tosspot.

Dickhead.

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And other terms of Love and affection.

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We have little in common,

mainly because she’s half decent.

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And hot.

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Somehow we’re still together though,

I’d be dead if we weren’t.

At best I’d be living in a gutter,

wondering where it all went wrong.

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So although she drives me crazy,

I’ve much to thank her for.

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For being the worlds greatest mother.

For putting up with me.

For making a cracking cooked breakfast.

For laughing at my jokes.

For the kindness she shows my mum.

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And loads of other stuff.

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As usual she won’t read this,

but many others will.

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If you see her,

don’t be shy,

pass on a message from me.

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Say these words with love,

make sure she hears.

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Happy Birthday Adele,

have a wonderful day.

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