The country wife

Pit, patter splatter

The rains came down from heaven

On the old tin roof

My wife grins at me

I had moaned we needed rain

When we last chatted

She’s a good lass

Been married thirty years now

Still with trim figure

We’ve always been chums

“Like your chisel jaw’ she said

At the village dance

Left me to propose

A smirk on her pretty face

Hell, I do love her

Then we both heard it

A helicopter whirring

Must be in trouble

Lemon scented gum

Now seems to shake with a fright

Swayed in the downdraft

I love that tree too

Will leave a scar on our view

If I dig that out

He lands it okay

Big storm approaching, he says

I take him indoors

“One more for tea love”

She nods, puts the kettle on

Nothing upsets her

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