They Were Wormwood Folks Slightly Crazy I Guess Poem by Mark Heathcote

She said he had a head like wormwood
Ever forgetful it drove her crazy
At times there were signs it was her who was crazy
At times there were signs it was her
Whose head was like wormwood?
But they'd solider on; they were just two of a kind.

She would shout & he would holler then apologise
She would cry, and he'd start crying himself wiping her eyes
But together they'd solider on; they were just two of a kind.

He said she is his homestead his stable home
The spark, what kept the hearth fire, from going out?
She said he is my father, my bother
She said he is my best friend, my lover
I could never wish for another
There's simply not anyone better.

He would holler & she would shout… I'm at the end of my rope
But he is dope, I love looking in his big blue eyes
I love being held in his big brawny arms.
Yes, she would shout and he would holler then apologise
And she would cry and he'd start crying and wipe her eyes
But that's how together they'd solider on; they were just two of a kind.

They were wormwood folks slightly crazy I guess
But aren't those, love stories the best
Every day was always eventful & full
Ever so crazy I guess.