Arty Crafty

Elaine Potts loves tying knots  

And knits her nights away,

But her man, Dan, the slaughterman,

He really hates macrame.

So off he trots, he just gets knotted,

To see Miss Jones, who's quite besotted

And loves his fresh Salami.

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I enjoyed this, John. Thanks for the giggle. Thank you too, for commenting on my poem.

Smile.. it is the cheapest facelift.