This poem is a summary of life as a married woman before and after babies… who can relate?
Fresh from the altar
Swinging from the chandelier in my pantyhose and corset
Wrapped around the bed pole like a sexy nymph
I taunted my beloved with pleasures of the flesh
Fresh from the hospital
Swinging a newborn
The silk gave way to cotton panties
The big mummy ones
I am now a mummy,
Solving the myth of the mummy ones
They are so comfy you know
I aired out the silky ones
Trying to act all raunchy for my beloved
Hoping the baby slept peacefully
On one of the frisky moves
I looked up to a toothless grin from an eight months old on daddy’s back
Oh the mortification!
Frisky and raunchy got packed away
Today is frisky day
But the munchkins all trooped in to stay
Daddy and mummy’s room we will stay
We trooped them out
They trooped back in
We settled for a cuddle and a peck.
Frisky came out to play
Into the bathroom we went
Frisky and raunchy did play alright
But I think they are getting too old for the chandelier quarters
Since my back and his knees are telling the story.
Let’s just stick with the comfy mummy ones