Writing Club The Old Man is Snoring ....

It was a warning when you started snoring

The beginning of a life -  boring

As it reached right down into the flooring 

And soared to the ceiling this grunting and groaning

As time went on you became less alluring 

I less admiring and aspiring

But it was alright as we were retiring`

And our passion was slowly expiring

We became perhaps a little less caring

I,  not charming

You still unhearing 

What —   No more glances, admiring

But can I bear the disappearing 

I fear to be too domineering

So on this Valentine’s day  2016

When I’m no longer a teen

Let’s have the big clean

Without making a scene,

And be more calming without perspiring

I’m imploring,  let’s be more conspiring 

This will be a little tiring ….

We’ll do a little restoring, hope the rain will soon stop pouring

And behold the old man will stop snoring

we can be more adoring 

Now you can all cut out the yawning