Challenge 9 - Week 4 poems

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As we head toward Aldi, Ken shows great anticipation.

 I slowly wend my way there In silent trepidation.  

As we enter Aldi, Ken begins to show momentum. 

When he puts so much in the trolley, 

There's little I can do to prevent him.  

Have you seen us in Aldi? It's not a pretty sight: 

As Ken wants to buy more and more, That's when we have a fight. 

 I have to back off, as his voice is raised so loud, 

And people stare at us from among the crowd. 

When he sees so much he wants to buy, 

Then and there I want to cry.  

But then I would do well to remember 

That Christmas is coming in December. 

Then those purchases in the trolley 

Will no longer be seen as folly, 

But may well gladden someone's heart, 

And in this, Ken has played a part.

 Our first son was a nightmare;  

he screamed both day and night.   

 I worried as a mother t

hat I hadn’t done things right.  

Our second son slept peacefully,  

the perfect angel child.  

As toddlers, Tom stayed calm and good  

while Barry grew more wild.  

 When they were adolescents,  

the teachers at their school  

reported Tom was studious,   

while Barry played the fool.  

The younger one kept super fit  

with basketball and swimmin’.  

His brother got his exercise  

by chasin’ older women.   

Sweet Tommie was an innocent,  

while Barry learnt too fast  

and by the age of seventeen  

he had a lurid past.  

My hair turned white with worry  

and I’d hyperventilate;  

I feared I’d be a granny  

by the age of thirty-eight!   

Dear Tommie one day told me  

he feared he’d gone too far;  

he’d kissed our neighbour’s daughter  

in the back seat of our car.  

At this dramatic moment,  

my husband said to me  

he’d met another woman  

and he wanted to be free.  

 I called him lots of nasty things,  

the mildest being louse  

and told him that I’d fight him  

for the boys and for the house.  

I was lucky with my lawyer  

who didn’t cost the earth  

and none of the acquaintances  

of either son gave birth.   

My sons taught me to party  

so I’m lacking interest when   

my husband says he wants to try  

our marriage once again.  

I say the house is up for sale  

and travelling I will go  

to Paris, Rome and London  

with a lawyer man I know.