Confession!

Confession!

She caught me, ‘fiddling with it’. She crept up from the rear,
I didn’t know that she was there. Till she, ‘it me up the ear’,
She, ‘it the roof`, and cussed me. I said. ” I’ve done it once before”.
“But only when I knew you were out, and then I locked the door”.

She wasn’t very happy, at my confession, I admit,
But what I told her after, didn’t help one little bit.
I said. “I fiddle faster, when I know that you are out,
And I hold it in my little hand, and I wave it all about”.

Er face went red, at what I’d sed, (because I’d fiddled fast ),
And because I’d done it twice as well, ( our marriage wouldn’t last ),
And also I remembered, and she went redder when I said.
“I also fiddled late one night, when you had gone to bed!”.

“You see, I like a fiddle, when sitting in the dark,
I can imagine anything I like, I enjoy this fiddling lark”.
At that, she just exploded, her hands went round me throat,
“You’ve finished with your fiddling lad,  now give me that remote!”.

( She says, ‘it’s er telly’, and I can’t touch the remote!)

Mick.