Three In Bed

The man is jobless
The woman is joyless
The baby is faultless

He wants to be a writer
She is wont to be a fretter
Baby plays like all other

His life is hard
She makes it bad
Baby loves 'em both

He reads his books
She works her looks
Baby munch his food

He says twill work
She says it aint worth
Baby stays his world

His esteem is half broken
She feels her heart broken
Baby needs are forgotten

He prays in silence
She sulks with violence
Baby sighs with innocence

He thinks
She nags
It sleeps

Stars in the Sky

Holiness! How many stars are in the sky?
One, two, three, those ones...millions up high

It seems for every man, a star ( woman two)
Alive, non-alive, unborn; the rich and the wretched too

That large one winking languidly at me is me
And those small ones huddled like a smoke are other men

That sulking yellow one to the left is my wife Sally
Oh gosh! what oh God makes her that surly?

Dear stars, how comes you so merry?
Though a cloud occludes and a rain so tarry?

Could be that you are pure of heart
And your friends are too cool to hurt

Come my pleasant one and please cuddle me
Salve my scars of this scabrous world so mean

Confide in my heart all you know of this earth
Without warning the man warming in the hearth

Uh-oh! my own star why so stubborn?
Make your dew preserve my bone

Till that due date of  paying dues
That least lusted for of all rendezvouses

So long my love of unending smiles
I love you all the lifeless miles between us