The first time around in my previous life
I was a daughter a woman and later a wife.
I was the type to do everything right
And treat my man as a king
Being proper I said No! when he fumbled below
Until he produced the gold ring.
I was called Nancy and had many a fancy
But eventually I married the Squire.
And on our wedding night, I relented the fight
Expecting the sounds of a choir.
Some honeymoon fume, me stuck in a room
And him in the pub getting full.
Me! The wife of a squire and calling him Sire
It turned out to be a crock of old bull.
He’d get up at dawn; by eight he’d be gone
The rest of the day I’d not see him.
He’d be riding the hunt, with language so blunt
Filled with rum and port to the brim.
I learned to just listen, keep the place spick and span
Say yes Sire, no Sire and maybe,
And now and again when he felt like a man
Hey Presto! Then I’d have me a baby.
So, the same thing every day as the years passed away
With time on my hands pushing forty
I again started reading, and often daydreaming
Mostly about things that were naughty.
Then I heard the kids say to their father one day
Mum seems to be going soft in the head.
She’s begun reading poetry, made her hair curly
And now she is dyeing it red.
She talks to the moon, she’s wearing perfume
And buying new cloths to wear
She’s plucking her brows, wearing a low cut blouse
So Dad you need to beware.
Well! The Squire, he agreed that there was a need
Of some men in white coats, he could tell.
And since he had a sick cow, who needed help anyhow
Sure a Vet will do equally well.
When the Vet he called out there was no one about
I thought, he’s kinda cute, bloody hell.
For once my husband was right, as the Vet set me alight
I found, yes, he could do equally well.
I was cheating but yet I carried on with the Vet
For the next twenty years or more.
And if the Squire knew, we didn’t argue
We just carried on as before.
In my previous life I was the wife
Of a Squire somewhere up near Kilkishen
And the moral of my poem,,,,,if your not getting it at home
Do something about it and stop just wishing.