To His Recently Married Mistress

 by Ashley Lister
This is a poem I read at a recent Dead Good Poets event. I've repeated it here (this week) because I think it summarises my thoughts on sad Valentines.
To His Recently Married Mistress
(an addendum to Marvell’s poem)
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
But you’ve got plans until tommoraWatching Emerdale, TOWIE, CorraWalking dogs, delousing catsShopping for shoes and women’s hatsTrawling round Asda. Then Tesco.Complaining that the muggles are too damned slowChecking out eBay, threatening to cookMoaning about some shite from FaceBookTweeting bollocks (through GoodReads)Bitching at the crap in your news feedsMoaning always – around the clockDoing any damned thing to avoid my cock.
Had we but world enough, and time again.I’d likely do your sister – or perhaps I’d just do men.Ash