Honeymoon Is Over

When I looked over my shoulder I knew then that the honeymoon was all over, As she laid curled up on the bed in a heap And she snored, as she did peacefully sleep. Now wearing pajamas and a T-shirt to bed My chest not underneath her head, Her lingerie now hidden in her dresser drawer Her dirty socks now litter the floor. Only surprises that I am now given Are the ones that I have made and driven, When I bring her gifts and hopefully happy surprises While praying to God, they're the correct sizes. Instead of hearing her purrs and feeling her nylons I now feel flannel and I hear her yawns, To my needs and desires she is now immune Gone is the honeymoon. Randy L. McClave