Tea-time with the Wife

Tea-time with the Wife by Heather Westra

You’ll never guess what happened at the pub

I hope you’re sittin’ down--you won’t believe

Your ears. What that? Oh no, you don’t need tea.

Okay I’ll wait. But please make mine with cream.

Thank you- But now I don’t know where to start.

Ah yes: As I was sittin’ at the bar

The owner said “there’s goin’ to be a song.

So who in here is brave enough to start?”

Then guess what happens next- you’ll never know.

A drunken man, he whispers, “Hey, Jerome!

An angel’s comin’ to grace us at the club”

I laughed and said I left my wife at home-

You’re welcome, Hun- now let me finish this.

He told no lie, the crazy man was right!

Her eyes were stars. Her gown reached to the floor.

That creature walked up to the standin’ mic.

I almost ate my hat if not my words.

Her voice was from the heavens, that’s a fact.

You should have seen what happened next, my dove

I’ve seen a lot, but not somethin’ like that.

The men took off their caps and closed their eyes

And even Drunkard Jo was sayin’ a prayer.

No bird on earth could match that last long note

Except my darlin’ wife- Of course my dear.