The Best Things

(in life are three)

 

Met a sister, then I kissed her, If she'd left me I'd have missed  her.

 

What a feeling, my heart steeling, she took my heart and sent me reeling.

 

She's a virgin, needs some urgin, before the joy of bodies mergin.

 

Would she do it?  Should I pursue it?  (but like a fool I nearly blew it).

 

Then the wedding, shyness shedding, oh the bliss of joyful  bedding.

 

Home fires burning, married's  learning, thoughts of life together yearning.

 

Now she's yelling, tears are welling, just because her middle's swelling.

 

Comes the hatching, my head scratching, one won't do so she's been batching.

 

Babies crying, nappies drying, for one and all I'm really trying.

 

She's still desired, but very tired. It's been so long I think I'm fired.

 

Single bed, enough said, seems I might as well be dead.

 

But I'm not sad, cos I'm a dad, in one go two girls one lad.

 

But now we're back to loving ways,

we'll be happy for all our days.

                                                  This   time   next   year -                                                   who knows, there'll be,

another one,

or two,

 or

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