Version: 1

Thinking

Version: 2

Thinking

My husband’s gone and left me.
He’s gone with another girl.
When I came home, his clothes had gone
It left me in a whirl.

I wonder if he loves her?
I wonder if she loves him?
They can’t get married yet
So they’ll have to live in sin.

I wonder if he looks at her
The way he looked at me?
Does she call him silly names,
Does she sit on his knee?

Do his funny habits
Drive her round the bend?
He leaves his socks upon the floor,
A fuse he couldn’t mend.

He leaves a ring around the bath,
And stubble in the sink.
He picks his nose, won’t hang his clothes –
it drove me to the brink.

I wonder if she’ll put up with him
When all romance is gone?
And looking back, in retrospect –
I’m glad he’s bloody gone!