Of Wives And Nicknames

Cancer's bad, and the best antidote is humour...in this case, thinking up nicknames for my dear wife.

 I shall now sing a hosanna

to celebrate my marriage luck,

for I am wed to Hambone Hannah,

Reigning Queen Of The Taco Truck.

She's faithful, kind, and gentle,

and cuts the fire-logs;

her faith is fundamental,

and she shares tacos with the dogs,

for they are her chosen fare

(she eats them by the bag),

and when you see her you will stare

for they do not make her figure sag,

so as a nickname, this one's fitter

than her previous, which was Critter.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is EXPECTATION.

I know what I now must face,

a fell dark expectation,

but I live in a state of grace,

and my heart holds elation

arising not from deep within,

but coming from above,

from the God who is my kin

and when push comes to shove

will be there to take my side

when life just gets too hard,

and I'll confront what will betide

with my Bodyguard

who at my final earthly breath

will take me home, defeating death.

Between five and six minutes. But better finished than not.

Music from Wall Of Voodoo, with 'Mexican Radio'.

Sylvia would rather have ice cream than tacos.