Golf Widow’s Christmas

I’ve wrapped all the gifts, I’ve put up the tree,
I’ve hung up the cards – he’s on the first tee.
I’ve made the mince pies, I’ve done the bread sauce
– he’s off playing golf, its par for the course.
I’ve mended the lights, I’ve basted the duck
– he’s now in the bunker, bemoaning his luck.
I’ve worked out the table, we’re having fourteen,
I’ve polished the silver – he’s now on the green.
I’ve hung up the wreath, it’s on the front door
– he’s on the sixteenth, he’ll do it in four.
At six he’ll be back, poor over-tired soul,
And I’ll have to listen to hole after hole.
I’ll smile when he says “the day was quite fun”,
But not when he asks “and what have you done?”


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8 Responses to “Golf Widow’s Christmas”

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  1. By that time she should just walk out of the house and find a husband who enjoys her, a wonderful woman, one who cares.
    Then she should hit some balls, her husband’s. Ha,ha,ha. Ouch.

    Have a enjoyable Thursday Steveo. See ya.

    Cruisin Paul

  2. Comedy Plus
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    Yep, I’ve seen this one played out more than once. Bless his selfish heart.

    I sure look mighty good on your sidebar.

    Have a golftastic day Steve. 🙂
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  3. mimi says:

    They just don’t notice anything past their own noses, do they?
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