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