27th November 2013

Sonnet 25

No matter how well matched we were in the stars

Now, "She doesn't understand me"s your boast,

Ten grand's been spent on lapdancers in bars -

All I'd charge is peace and quiet at most.

Under our bed your fave centrefold spread

Laid out on a plate like feast for your eye:

Torn-up lovesex got dead and buri'ed

In the place where Romantics go to die.

If we add up my net sexual worth

(Disregard  extra-maritals  I foiled),

I'm not sure...but I don't think that it quite

Covers 20 years of "I do" sex toiled...

    What's left can still be priceless and beloved:

    Just get my MasterCard limit removed...