I Love Poetry

Marvelous!

It’s the small things that mean the most,
Not the big and mighty.
He brings me breakfast to my bed,
Whilst I’m still in my nightie.

He’ll massage feet as I relax,
Whilst sitting watching telly.
Harmoniously, he just ignores,
The wobbling of my belly.

It’s the small things that mean the most,
Not mentioning my bum is wider.
And rushing over to rescue me,
From a great big, hairy spider!

©penny noodles