We recently featured Jan Jack as one of our ‘Fabwomen’. Jan has carved a new career for herself in her 50s writing poetry.
Today Jan shares with us her quirky sense of humour and her Valentine’s Lament- especially for midlife romantics. Enjoy!
Be My Valentine
I hope that you notice my Valentine hint,
If you’re buying me chocolate, it has to be Llindt,
Some flowers from the florist, some bright fragrant blooms,
Not bought at the garage, all wilting with fumes.
I want to eat out, and use nice plates that match,
Not drive by McDonalds and whiz past the hatch,
I want some nice undies, some earrings, a watch,
Not pairs of thin knickers that don’t have a crotch,
When I’m asking for clothes – perhaps a nice winter coat,
Don’t stare at the telly and clutch the remote.
I’d like you to be a considerate lover,
Don’t parp, and then bury my head in the cover.
Whisper sweet nothings ‘Je t’aime, Je t’adore’
Don’t drop off to sleep, and then rattle and snore,
Could we not have a cuddle or even a kiss,
To confirm the existence of marital bliss?
©Jan Jack’s Perfect Verse 2010
To read more of Jan’s poems visit http://www.perfectverse.co.uk/fun-stuff
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