Sonnet 9: How Proud I Am Of My Love When We Step Out Poem by David Wood

Even wandering through the High Street shops
For my love for her is never in doubt
And for her joy I pull out all the stops.
My love does in turn put me at my ease
When one evening we go out for a meal
For my love I do try so hard to please
Her company puts me at rest I feel.
But providence is not my good fortune
If our small car breaks down when we are out
When the car engine is not thus in tune.
And I hailing for a taxi do shout.
They do say that things are sent to try us
When my love and I have to go home by bus.