SMITHIE
Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 8:33 am
SMITHIE
Like a thief in the night he came stealing my heart
and my will, and I knew all was lost.
It mattered not a jot what I owned or had got
for this bloke’s fate with mine was now crossed.
I should try to resist but my spirit is weak
a burning unquenchable desire
demands that I hold him closely to my breast
and I burn with the heat of the fire.
‘twas the look that he gave me when first we did meet
that melted my heart, let him stay.
A mere cock of the eyebrow, a quizzical look
and he knew I’d let him have his way.
I had hands that were itching to hold and to stroke
a wanton irrepressible urge
but I was well bought up – hardly knew this bloke
yet on him all my money I’d splurge.
He took me for everything. Willingly given
this fact I am quick to confess .
He slept in my bed and ate the choicest cuts
and ‘twas me always cleaned up the mess.
Not once did he offer to go mow the lawn
and car washing did not his stumps stir
but he’d sit and survey all I did in a day
some would call him a right lazy cur.
But when push came to shove and I needed a friend
someone on whom I could rely.
When the foes at the gate there was no better mate
He would act, not just merely stand by.
He’d defend to the death and offer his life
protecting his mistress from danger
Not the slightest regret at taking this bloke in
Smithie, my blue boy - Smithfield Stranger.
Maureen Clifford © 08/11
Like a thief in the night he came stealing my heart
and my will, and I knew all was lost.
It mattered not a jot what I owned or had got
for this bloke’s fate with mine was now crossed.
I should try to resist but my spirit is weak
a burning unquenchable desire
demands that I hold him closely to my breast
and I burn with the heat of the fire.
‘twas the look that he gave me when first we did meet
that melted my heart, let him stay.
A mere cock of the eyebrow, a quizzical look
and he knew I’d let him have his way.
I had hands that were itching to hold and to stroke
a wanton irrepressible urge
but I was well bought up – hardly knew this bloke
yet on him all my money I’d splurge.
He took me for everything. Willingly given
this fact I am quick to confess .
He slept in my bed and ate the choicest cuts
and ‘twas me always cleaned up the mess.
Not once did he offer to go mow the lawn
and car washing did not his stumps stir
but he’d sit and survey all I did in a day
some would call him a right lazy cur.
But when push came to shove and I needed a friend
someone on whom I could rely.
When the foes at the gate there was no better mate
He would act, not just merely stand by.
He’d defend to the death and offer his life
protecting his mistress from danger
Not the slightest regret at taking this bloke in
Smithie, my blue boy - Smithfield Stranger.
Maureen Clifford © 08/11
