We cuddle on Sunday mornings,
rolling around the king size bed,
feelings of love mesh
with patty cake, peek-a-boo,
sing row row row
your boat and itsy bitsy spider.

I hate when it ends, sorry
for the intrusion of TV,
the golden-voices trying
to sell the wrong style
of life to the unwary.
Setting a trap, saying
having more things is
better than this...
better than a heart full
of family.