poetry Mother knew the rules

Mother Knew the Rules

by Northern Life

By Rod Butterworth, Rochdale

If your wife looks in the wardrobe
And says there’s nothing she can wear
Then say, ‘we’re still going out my dear
So go naked, I don’t care

At least you will be noticed
Wherever we’re going to go
Is that not what you ladies like
To be desirably on show?’

She said ‘on show is one thing
Being naked, quite another
My rules in life how to behave
Were taught me by my mother;’

Mother said, ‘clothes are a menu
The starter should be elegant and right
The main course is the way they’re worn
But always keep dessert well out of sight!’