Not Me Mate (A Love Poem)

You claim I said that I would marry you,

Late one night as we were walking,

I swear I never said any such thing,

It must have been the alcohol talking.

You say I spoke sweet words of love,

And I caressed you all the while,

I protest! Usually when I am that drunk,

Then throwing up is more my style.

Besides, how can I be held responsible,

For promises I cannot even remember making,

The first time ever I saw your face,

Was in the morning as we were waking.

So you talk about your ten big brothers,

Each one as wide as the old barn door,

That your mother took your previous lover,

And used him to mop the kitchen floor.

You tell me about your father's shotgun,

And the hangman's noose in the apple tree,

You show me the knuckledusters in your handbag.

….......Darling, Will you marry me?

Ledger de la Bald (c) 2010