When we were first married, we couldn’t afford romantic nights out, all our earnings went to buy our first house, so the following was the best we could do. Still simple pleasures are the best!

The Hunt

We sat one night peckish, at the goggle box to stare,

But the TV was hellish. we craved our favourite fare.

We looked under the sofa, we looked under the chair.

We’d found nothing so far, just some dust and bits of hair.

We checked most of our pockets, nothing did we find.

Just some sticky cough lockets, from a cold once left behind.

In my jacket I found a note. No earthly good was it though.

Just a shopping list written on it, so nowhere could we go

Some pennies, after some dips, in my work jeans I discovered,

So we went out for some chips, me and my beloved.

Meadowhead Bard.