Paul Bell

Oh God

Oh God, 

 

Take thy nagging woman

 

Bring her back a blond

 

Slightly dumb, would not be frowned upon

 

 

 

Oh God,

 

Could you give her rubber gloves

 

Make her iron in the nude

 

If you could

 

 

 

Oh God 

 

One without a headache would be handy

 

They tell me nymphs are always randy

 

 

 

Oh God 

 

Can I get one that’s tight

 

Not too bright

 

Brings in beer

 

Doesn’t shout in your ear

 

 

 

Oh God 

 

Can I change her every week

 

Would that be a cheek

 

A month would be fine

 

If I take a shine

 

 

 

Oh God 

 

One more ask

 

The girls on My Poetry  might take me to task

 

Can you make them think this is a beautiful sonnet

 

Aimed at them all 

 

Keep it under your bonnet.