The blow

The Blow and the Glow.

There was this strange fellow,
A moment of peace will not allow;

Inside, he was a person yellow,
And his love was very shallow;

He made his loyal wife swallow,
Insults streaming out in a flow;

Age should have made him mellow,
But it did in fact add to his bellow;

His wit would work very slow,
He loved to hit, her belt below;

He would his routine follow,
A bachelor’s life all aglow;

He would tell his loyal wife,
“Mother of five! Enjoy life!”

The wife had got tired and sick,
Thought it was time to hit back;

“Oh dear Father of three!
Go and enjoy Scot free!”

Now that was a real blow,
Too big for him to swallow!

He came to senses, bent low,
Never again left his bungalow.

[A story, by my father told,
As a poem, by me retold!]