Ronnie McGinn's Poetry Page
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Hints of summer are suddenly starting to spring up all around us. It is a magnificent time of year but what I really love most in life is my wife and family.
My wife is a wonderful woman, even though at times we don't always agree. She says she doesn't understand some of the things I do, but I think it's the other way around.
For example take the spider in our bedroom, as I see it, the spider saw the door open, there was no sign saying spiders not allowed, so he wandered in, slung his hook at the ceiling corner and settled in there munching flies and watching TV, doing no harm to anyone. My wife doesn't see it that way.
My Wife Goes Mad in the Spring
My wife goes mad in the Spring,
Always uptight and on edge,
Looks a ridiculous thing,
Cutting and trimming the hedge,
Always uptight and on edge,
Up at the break of the dawn,
Cutting and trimming the hedge,
Sowing and mowing the lawn,
Up at the break of the dawn,
Doing this that and knows what,
Sowing and mowing the lawn,
Beating the dust off the mat,
Doing this that and knows what,
Washing and scrubbing and all,
Beating the dust off the mat,
Pulling cobwebs off the wall,
Washing and scrubbing and all,
Looks a ridiculous thing,
Pulling cobwebs off the wall,
My wife goes mad in the Spring.
© Ronnie McGinn
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