Secrets (of a Happy Marriage)

 

I saw a man confronting a tree,

So I asked that fellow to confide in me.

Tell me sir, would you be having a drink?

To which he replied, no its not what you think.

I’ve been talking to trees for half of me life.

I can say things to them I can’t say to me wife!

She was fair and reasonable when we first met.

Now her tongue is so sharp I know I’ll regret

Opening me mouth and spilling the beans.

She’d cut me to ribbons, it runs through her genes.

So I tell any tree that’s prepared to listen,

Of me hopes and woes and it goes like this son:

They let me finish and never ever talk back,

Don’t criticise, scold or go on the attack.

Their quiet and kindness are just what I need.

Ten minutes with them and me conscience is freed.

I’ll continue to share with understanding trees,

And until she catches me, I’ll say what I please.