She Put the \\'Tog\\' in Together
She put the ‘Tog’ into Together.
Try to put a duvet in its cover,
The duvet almost always wants a fight.
Wriggles like a most reluctant lover,
No foreplay? Want a struggle? O.K. Right!
To tame a twisting togster in its lair,
Takes time and trouble, and a good technique.
Of all domestic tasks you ought to share,
It’s dancing with a duvet, cheek to cheek.
So, Dad, when you complain about your life,
Since mother packed her bags and chose to leave.
Of all the things you miss about your wife,
You could have picked on something else to grieve.
Your wife just left; your children grown and flown,
Yes, it’s hard to stuff a duvet on your own.