A lot of modern poetry is too hard to understand,
it has become too complicated for the uninitiated or casual reader.
These poems are by an ordinary bloke, for ordinary folk. © Chris Daws
Tuesday, 1 April 2014
Surprise
I woke up with an aching head
and looked around, surprised to see
that I was lying in your bed
a place I never thought I'd be.
Where you, all inhibitions shed
still fast asleep alongside me
just dressed in skin from foot to head
were lying there relaxed and free.
Then I recalled what had been said
the day before on bended knee
and how I felt when all doubt fled
as you agreed to marry me
and how our vows aloud we read
before the priest who heard our plea
and how he said that we were wed
and never would we sundered be.