Mary Coughlan Follow

Your arms were never meant to aim to hit
Your fingers fold too easily to fists
Your eyes don’t need to be as cold as this
Ease those lines around your tightened lips

You’re looking well as you are well aware
As always you are searching for the catch
You’re totally involved in your affairs
And really darling, that’s not up to scratch

My love was always played within your game
I satisfied your vanity again
Yyou loved me, loved me not and more’s the shame
I was blind and followed you in vain

While rolling in your arms, I learnt too late
You had someone on the sidelines of this match
You exorcise your conscience while I wait(?)
And you excuse your conduct with panache

You let yourself be swept right off your feet,
And not expecting anything so rash
I cried myself to sleep, you paid no heed
And really darling, that’s not up to scratch

You simply fell into another bed
And then you started cheating her instead
It really made no difference what she said
You came back to me so easily led

And now that you are back with me again
I hope now that this time you’ve met your match
'Cause really darling, that’s not up to scratch