let secret lives lie

let secret lives lie

my mother hid a dildo,

she had a secret life;

although she was my mummy,

she was my daddy’s wife.

now this was in the sixties,

and it was made of wax;

wouldn’t allow that today of course,

but then safety was more lax.

i didn’t know what to make of that,

for at the time i was a middling;

now we are nanna and grandpa grey,

and we spend more time in fiddling.

but boys of every age,

have to in their bravado;

and women of that certain age,

have their needs, and what oh!

but love the glue between me and you,

down through our time and all the ages;

has twinkled in every eye,

and raged across the pages,

of the book of life, where

man and wife, their sages and their scions;

are writ in blood, and sweat, and tears;

and this is the thing, the only thing,

that you can, in all trust, rely on.