Yesterday I wrote a joke poem, <br />Booby Prize Or A Fine Romance, <br />it told the story of how I met my wife, <br />all those years ago. <br />Yes, it was at her first husband’s funeral, <br />and yes a group of us <br />met a couple weeks later in a coffee bar, <br />but no it was not the drawing of a straw, <br />it was that I volunteered, <br />which I guess was lucky for me, <br />because on the 12th of September this year <br />we celebrate our 37th Wedding Anniversary. <br /> <br />Her first husband was a friend, <br />but he was a womaniser. <br />He met his dead in a suicide pact <br />with a fourteen-year-old girl. <br />He left a wife and two small children, <br />without a thought or care, <br />a month before Christmas that year. <br />Some said I was brave <br />to take on a ready-made family. <br />I do not think I was brave, <br />but very lucky that day. <br />We have had our ups and downs <br />like all families do, <br />but I would not change a bit of it. <br />The greatest gifts I received that day, <br />was a family for a lonely life, <br />and tolerance through trouble and strife. <br />Therefore, it is with thanks to them, <br />I am the man I am today.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/booby-prize-or-a-fine-romance-2/
