Wrinkled poetry

Now I’m old enough to draw me old age pension not to mention a seat nearer the fire and ‘er indoors will get me full attention except on a Saturday when Fulham’s at home.
She has never let me down she’s always been there, a smile on her face where on mine was a frown,
so I’m going to be a knight for my dear Duchess she doesn’t deserve less especially from me.
I’ll make her tea in bed she’ll see there’s lead in me pencil, I’ll write on a stencil my name on her heart and though the evening may be nearing we’ll be together as ever forever or as long as can be.
I’m old enough to be drawing me old age pension and did I mention she’s younger than me.

© 2015, John Smallshaw.