Poetry is not my style.
I’ll have to sit and think awhile.
But, yikes! The topic is romance.
All by myself I stand no chance.
But since the challenge for this week
Is poetry, some help I’ll seek.
Consult the wife; the expert here.
I’ll say to her, “Please help me, dear.”
Take the challenge, be a sport!
It doesn’t matter if it’s short.
Besides, a lesson one or two
On romancing is good for you.
Chivalry’s the place to start.
Listen caref’lly, do your part.
Hold the door and please take note:
I’d love it if you’d take my coat.
Pull my chair, not like a handle.
Sit me down and light a candle.
Let me always see your smile
And do surprise me once a while.
And you should know that I love roses.
They say, “I love you,” in large doses.
A lady’s secret; hear her wishes:
Sometimes it’s just some help with dishes.
Every mother needs a break.
Give it to her, what’s it take?
If Susie’s crying, please just wipe her.
Maybe even change her diaper.
Hey, men out there, what do you think?
Is what she says the missing link?
To golden anniversaries
Which nowadays have seemed to cease?
If we, as men, take time to nourish,
Love her dearly, moments cherish!
Who knows, but that our children see