When Poseidon Gets Silly

Sometimes He behaves like a goof. I’ve been struggling with an unusually busy work load and high pain levels. It makes me cranky. I think Poseidon was trying to lighten the mood. I can’t access the wonderful thing that is Pandora Radio here in the Great White North but I can shuffle the songs on an album when I listen. I get a good “music-mancy” type thing going on sometimes. Works almost as well as sexual energy in conveying information. Today was just fun though, nothing overly serious. His pick of a “love song” was this. What makes it extra funny for me personally is that He shows up as a ‘Old Man From The Sea’, usually Irish. So the older male voice of the lead singer fits perfectly. There were also moments of Pirate speak from Him which was highly entertaining as well.

Don’t Get Married
by The Dubliner’s
Don’t get married girls
You’ll sign away your life
You may start off as a woman
But you’ll end up as the wife
You could be a vestal virgin
Take the veil and be a nun
But don’t get married girls
For marriage isn’t fun

Oh it’s fine when you’re romancing
And he plays the lover’s part
You’re the roses in his garden
You’re the flame that warms his heart
And his love will last forever
And he’ll promise you the moon
But just wait until you’re wedded
Then he’ll sing a different tune

You’re his tapioca pudding
You’re the dumplings in his stew
But he’ll soon begin to wonder
What he ever saw in you
Still he takes without complaining
All the dishes you provide
For you see he’s got to have
His bit of jam tart on the side

So don’t get married girls
It’s very badly paid
You may start off as the mistress
But you’ll end up as the maid
Be a daring deep sea diver
Be a polished polyglot
But don’t get married girls
For marriage is a plot

Have you seen him in the morning
With a face that looks like death
With dandruff on his pillow
And tobacco on his breath
And he needs some reassurance
With his cup of tea in bed
For he’s worried by the mortgage
And the bald patch on his head

And he’s sure that you’re his mother
Lays his head upon your breast
So you try to boost his ego
Iron his shirt and warm his vest
Then you get him off to work
The mighty hunter is restored
And he leaves you there with nothing
But the dreams you can’t afford

So don’t get married girls
Men are all the same
They just use you when you need you
You’d do better on the game
Be a call girl, be a stripper
Be a hostess, be a whore
But don’t get married girls
For marriage is a bore

When he comes home in the morning
He can hardly spare a look
All he says is “What’s for dinner?”
After all you’re just the cook
But when he takes you to a party
Well he eyes you with a frown
For you know you’ve got to look your best
You mustn’t let him down

All he’ll clutch you with that
“Look what I’ve got” twinkle in his eyes
Like he’s entered for a raffle
And he’s won you for the prize
Oh but when the party’s over
You’ll be slogging through the sludge
Half the time a decoration
And the other half a drudge

So don’t get married
It’ll drive you round the bend
It’s the lane without a turning
It’s the end without an end
Take a lover every Friday
Take up tennis, be a nurse
But don’t get married girls
For marriage is a curse

Then you get him off to work
The mighty hunter is restored
And he leaves you there with nothing
But the dreams you can’t afford

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2 thoughts on “When Poseidon Gets Silly

  1. Cynical, but true, and a little funny. Thats why I married a God and not a man;) sorry to hear your aches are making you cranky.

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