When the Canary Ate the Cat
With a demure smile and an innocence sweet,
She walked the aisle her fate to meet;
He stood tall with a wolfish grin,
The fox ready to eat the hen.
Their eyes met, electricity flashed,
Excitement stirred, a fevered rash;
She will be mine, was all he could think,
This beautiful creature will swoon at my wink!
The preacher asked if he would take his bride,
To have and to hold, whatever betides;
For better or worse, to be always true,
‘Til that fateful day, and he croaked “I do.”
Then like the canary that ate the cat,
She grinned at the thought, even if I’m fat;
She said “I do” and smiled real sweet,
He stumbled a bit with a rapid heart beat.
All his life a rouge he had been,
Doing what he pleased, a real he-man;
Headstrong and wild, not docile at all,
Little did he know he was in for a fall.
The preacher pronounced them husband and wife,
And so begins their brand new life;
Thrilled and enticed with her beautiful charms,
He felt in heaven with her in his arms.
Then one day in a macho mood,
He made his boast and came unglued,
I’m the boss, you will do what I say,
I’ll do as I please, come what may!
She pushed him back with sobs and tears,
Shoved him away, wouldn’t let him near;
But if you looked close, you’d see a faint smile,
Like a bridle and bit with a trainer’s sweet guile.
That night she wore a hot red nightie,
Smelled real good, acting naughty;
Surely he thought the battle is past,
Ready and willing, bliss at last!
Then she rolled over and said goodnight,
Left him hanging, pondering his plight;
When he touched her, acting real sweet,
She was like ice and called him a beast!
A whiff of perfume and his senses flared,
But along with enticement, her anger glared;
She called him mean, and cried a bit,
By this time he had lost all his wits.
Throughout the next day his mind was flighty,
All he could only see was that cute red nightie,
So he took off early from work that day,
He bought some roses, his offence to repay.
He cleaned the house and made a good meal,
When she came home he made his appeal;
Apologies flowed from his humbled heart,
And he promised a brand new start.
I guess you know what happened from there,
They are still married and happy as air;
But when he gets testy and tries his wings,
She fondles the red nighty and how his mood swings!
By Marvin Dennis, aka Cheesemaker
By CheeseMaker
© 2010 CheeseMaker
(All rights reserved)
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