Decorating Your Home A Poem For The Married Man.
Dreaming Of Spring
It's that time of year again, in limbo between Christmas and Easter, spring is just around the corner and the mornings are getting light again. The mood is changing and people are starting to find their smiles, looking forward to those long lazy summer days, sipping lemonade on the lawn and enjoying the grilled barbequed meals shared with good company and followed by a refreshing chilled sparkling wine.
Lovely thoughts to keep us through the cold winter months until spring is sprung.
But before we can relax into spring, there is one more project in the home that needs to be taken care of that starts with an "innocent" remark from the wife.
"I think we should move the furniture around a little in this room to make more space".
All men everywhere dread those words, because when you get down to the nitty gritty, it is eventually translated to "lets decorate the whole house, top to bottom."
Yes it's decorating time again before spring is sprung and the flowers start to bud.
Little Black Dress
Time To Decorate
Home from work, time for a break
A candle lit dinner, your favorite steak,
She pours you a beer, then massages your back
And whispers sweet nothings, she's on the attack.
You notice that she's wearing that little black dress,
And the black fishnet stockings, she's out to impress
As she sits at the table the big guns come out
Those come to bed eyes and that sensual pout.
She draws you a bath, and strips you bare
She scrubs your back and washes your hair
Then she strips off too and jumps into the tub
And giggles a little as she soaps herself up.
Out of the tub she towels you dry
Then she grabs hold of your hand with a glint in her eye
She pulls you upstairs no hesitation
What happens next? Use your imagination.
Afterwards as she snuggles up close
She kisses your chest and then kisses your nose
Then she drops the bombshell that ruins your night
" We need to decorate this house is a sight"
Next day your world is turned upside down
As you follow her all around the town
Wallpaper, paint, brushes and paste
New curtains and bedding that just suit her taste
You get home from work and she hands you a brush
She wants this done now; it's always a rush
Scraping and scratching and pasting and hanging
Painting and drilling bumping and banging
Out with the old and in with the new
The job is done; it's now time for you
As you sit and relax in your brand new arm chair
She gives you a look and a flick of her hair
The next words you hear fill you with pain
"I don't like it we'll have to do it again."