Grandpa’s Love For Grandma

Oh fine is Grandpa’s love for Grandma—

not so much of that fucking fucking,

every time she turns around—

rather more of sweet and cuddly,

Made for flannel, sometimes wool,

kindly hugging, loving, lovely,

good for each other and nice, and right

as having a piece of toast at breakfast,

Or a piece of toast before going to bed,

letting the dear old woman rest

and keep her nightie down at last,

get some sleep without getting  jumped.