You know he's move in when.......

You know he's moved in when......................

There are socks where there used to be carpet
There is noise where there used to be hush
There's something not nice in the toilet
And it just won't go down when you flush

There's a motorbike book on the table
and a girly mag inside the loo
How do readers wives keep their marriage alive
with a headboard in that shade of blue

There is permanent sport on the telly
in the bathroom you dare not take breath
because last night's curry returned in a hurry
and the perfume reminds you of death

On the weekend you're stood on the touchline
freezing and dreaming of home
of a nice long hot bath - of the girls and a laugh
of like when you were living alone

But you gaze at his muscular body
and decide that he has certain charm
'til he laughs and he snorts, has a scratch down his shorts
and then wipes his nose on his arm

But still all this will be forgiven
because love is blind so it's said
and he might be a louse and a pig around the house
But he's like a prize stallion is bed!!!!!!


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OK. I do this for a living!!!! But I am living with a guy 12 years younger than me, and I know of what I speak!!!!!!

Thanks, Dizzy. That is so true! My guy thinks that he is a perfect housekeeper, but he isn't. When he does the dishes, he leaves the kitchen a wet mess! After he has "organized" a room, I can never find anything. After vacuuming, he leaves all the stuff that was on the floor up on the sofas. As for the toilet, why don't guys at least tell us it is dirty if they don't want to clean it? The guys see the dirty toilet rim; we women never see it until we track down the source of the rank smell in the bathroom! But, yes, bed makes up for all of it.

Originally posted by Patricia
As for the toilet, why don't guys at least tell us it is dirty if they don't want to clean it? The guys see the dirty toilet rim; we women never see it until we track down the source of the rank smell in the bathroom! But, yes, bed makes up for all of it.

I agree Patricia - when I get around to looking under there I am usually horrified.

Great poem Dizzy - can't live with em, can't live without em!