My Husband's Valentine

(for my husband George)

I love my husband.

I'll never forget.

I remember clearly

When at first we met.

My eyes soon met his

And his eyes met mine.

The smile on his face

Was simply divine.

My main problem was

That he was with Jude.

How could I win him

Without being rude?

She had huge breasts,

Bigger than mine.

Her skin was flawless,

Her lips sweet as wine.

She had shapely legs,

Not at all like mine.

They are like clothes pegs

Or fishermen's twine.

Her blond hair was striking,

She looked like Doris Day.

She seemed to adore him

In her own special way. 

She had brought her pussy

It did look so cuddly.

She was keeping it warm.

It liked to be snuggly.

I was stuck with Roger

But just for that night.

He was a draft dodger.

He did not want to fight.

He was Romeo's friend

Not really my date.

I wished not to offend.

I'd just met him of late.

When Jude wasn't watching

Romeo glanced my way.

He was really handsome.

I could honestly say.

He was dark and tall

And seemed to not mind

My being so small.

I sensed he was kind.

He told us a joke.

Which was so funny.

He winked as he spoke.

His smile was sunny.

I liked his dry wit.

I knew he would fit

My vision of a man

With his glorious tan.

After forty-seven years,

I am glad he's still mine.

I'm writing this poem

For his Valentine.