Lib Poem by Dean Meredith

She was nothing but trouble
And he was mightily impressed
They hugged for a few seconds
It was her way she said

The kettle carried on
On that distant stove
Wobbled this way & that
Under steam, under power

It was us there
In the ‘ballroom blitz'
Beyond skin
I lie about you

You massage me in
I'm on the shore
You're swimming

I'm smiling proud
All my misgivings
Caught up in pride

I might have married you you know
Dream on, fool
No-one's marrying me