18 July 2012
Who really hated his wife; He despised her so But she wouldn't go, Said they were married for life.
He'd tried every trick in the book But each dastardly effort was mistook, She thought him Lothario, A romantic like Romeo, She didn't give it a second look.
Then one night he thought up a plot To get her out and leave him the lot. He waited til breakfast For a marital tempest, One that would not be forgot.
While sipping his morning brew He gave her a task to do; 'Pass us the tea BAG Quickly now, don't nag! I've had quite enough of you.'
Thinking this her presence would dispel Her reaction he couldn't quite tell, It was one of confusion, A true bamboozlin', He watched his missus (called Mel)
Eventually a smile broke out, To her, he'd proven his love with no doubt. 'Teabag? How romantic! Not crass or pedantic, A pet name to shout about.
It means I'm your staple, your rock. Without me your wee brain would stop. Oh, I adore you Mike, The love of my life And our marriage will never stop.'
She planted a soppy kiss. Mike didn't know what he'd missed. He went back to his tea And cried miserably. How'd he think he would lose her like this?
Tea, Bag! The Saga • Opuss № I