Sometimes Men Need A Posthumous Medal

Sometimes men need a posthumous medal. For just coming back to a fractured home, Like an unwanted dog receiving a grisly bone Sometimes men need more than just time. So, you apologised and made some sacrifices. 'Did you, ' make some amends, but lest we forget Your service wasn't always honourable. And there weren't a lot of peacekeeping missions. Not that anyone can recall, Not that I can recall, particularly. Although there was that time you came to bed early Whispering sweet nothings in my ear Before falling asleep, snoring like a filthy warthog, What the blazes do you think you're doing I said. The jig is up cock. thought I'd give up ‘Not on your nelly, thought I'd just watch prime-time telly.'' What the artifice is this? A poem in prose? Blank verse, there's not much worse. Then a man in a string vest singing poetry, Then sleeping like a pig in muck. Darling, sling your l hook. 'Posthumous medals indeed.' It's we women who planted that proverbial seed.