Colin F. Jones

A CHEAP LAUGH

I married a good Sheila; well I guess she’ll have to do,
She’s pretty good to look at, depending on your view,
And me I ain’t a portrait on some famous painters cloth,
Though I admit that I hide out, to keep the women off.
I never was a hero and don’t ever want to be,
But if you want to call me one… Then I guess I must agree.
I was once a bloody natural at causing quite a stir,
But that was before I settled down under the command of her.
Her being my old Sheila who pinches all my doe –
Who, when I ask for something, tells me where to go.
Not in sweet terms mind you, more like a bullock drivers whip,
That sometimes (being a hero) I almost lose my grip,
On the stock yard rails I lean on terrified and tied,
While a little something with nine lashes is forcefully applied

Author’s Note: Something I have always considered offensive is comedians’ references to their wives as the brunt of their jokes to get cheap laughs. This poem of course is the truth…