Pas d'enfants

By Wreybies · Aug 15, 2018 · ·
  1. Try as we may, try as we might,
    a dearth of offspring is our due plight.
    Just he and I, my hubby and me,
    with nary a sign that baby makes three.

    Now before I confuse, or lead you astray,
    let me make clear that I like it this way.
    No diapers to change, or bottles to heat.
    My home remains tidy and spiffy and neat.

    It’s the boon of my kind, the Dorothy Friends.
    We rumple the sheets, and that’s where it ends.
    So if ye be grown, then show it through deed,
    because kids I don’t want, I don’t seek, I don’t need.

Comments

  1. big soft moose
    Moderation by poetry, I love it. May bey you should only moderate in verse from now on, like my talking tree Tax in Dark Fire who has been condemned by a faerie to only speak in rhyme
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  2. Some Guy
    Ah, the number of times I wanted to stuff mine back in. Alas, too late.
      Oscar Leigh likes this.
  3. katina
    Why french in the title?
  4. Iain Aschendale
  5. Wreybies
    Pourquoi pas? :whistle:
      katina likes this.
  6. big soft moose
    Pas de parcel ? (a very boring French party game)
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  7. paperbackwriter
    So a canine we chose
    to fill that void
    He's pulling his weight
    So we cant be annoyed.
      Shenanigator likes this.
  8. Wreybies
    And true to his kind, these blessings in fur,
    he asks only love, and thus love will confer.
    He knows nothing of lies, or deceit of intent.
    He is ever your friend when all friendship is spent.

    His heart, it is pure, and simple, and true.
    And thus we must ask: he is worthy; are you?
    We squabble, we fight, we badger, we war.
    He wants only cheese, and your love, nothing more.

    Given a chance to get back in line,
    I’d trade in these thumbs for a life more sublime.
    One made of frisbees and chasing down cats.
    You can keep all these shirts, and these shoes, and these hats.

    For if it was missed, and to say it again,
    I speak not of children, but of women and men,
    of people whose years belie what we see,
    when they engage one another, and you, and me.
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