There was a time...

 Ode to a manthing      (3/6/14)

Workday week when i am wakin'

you are down there frying bacon!

Do not think for granted taken,

no siree, i am not fakin'...

After nights of sidly snoring,

which i'm sure you do find boring,

and for feeling i'm ignoring,

you should get attention pouring...

Rather than leave all open-ended,

lest you feel a bit hen-pecked,

please don't feel i have pretended,

as i ready this to sended...

Let me give your feet a rub,

work my fingers to a nub,

'magine bein' in a spa or club,

maybe even Epsom tub...

Pick the night and it's a date;

do not fret or hesitate;

this is summink should not wait,

then perhaps it's time to mate!!