Summer With Monika

ten milk bottles standing in the hall
ten milk bottles up against the wall
next door neighbour thinks we’re dead
hasnt heard a sound he said
doesn’t know weve been in bed
the ten whole days since we were wed

noone knows and noone sees
we lovers doing as we please
but people stop and point at these
ten milk bottles a-turning into cheese

ten milk bottles standing day and night
ten different thicknesses and
different shades of white
persistent carolsingers without a note to utter
silent carolsingers a-turning into butter

now she’s run out of passion
and theres not much left in me
so maybe we’ll get up
and make a cup of tea
then people can stop wondering
what theyre waiting for
those ten milk bottles a-queuing at our door
those ten milk bottles a-queuing at our door

— Roger McGough

2 Comments on “Summer With Monika”

  1. Hastings Mysteries

    I love this poem. If every marriage could start like this, the world might be a more peaceful, loving place.

  2. Noelle Lawn

    Heard him on the radio the other day and this poem really made me smile. Just lovely.


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