Uncle Steve is in love. <br />No more talk of cedars and poplars <br />Or long-handled loppers. <br />Of the perils of cutting a Leylandii hedge <br />Or conquering Ben Nevis <br />And Striding Edge. <br /> <br />No - he sits dreamy-eyed. <br />Sends secret texts. And when he talks, <br />He talks of her... <br /> <br />Of her hair, of her skin, <br />Of her slender frame, <br />And the seven long days till <br />They meet again. <br />Not even a mention of nights <br />With the lads. <br />For Uncle Steve is in love <br />And he's got it bad. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright,2007<br /><br />Susy Evelyne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/uncle-steve-is-in-love/
