Still in bed after a bad night rest,
I got up the courage to say, "I'm depressed".
"Aha!", she said with a wink and a nod.
"You need a good hot iron for your bod".
I shook my head and cleared out my ear.
"Surely, I misheard you my dear?"
"Oh no", she said, "you heard me just fine.
You wait here while I fetch the iron".
"For what?", I said in a bit of a fright.
An iron will not help put my sadness right".
"Sad?", she said as she straightened her dress.
"I thought you said that you were depressed".
"I did!", I said my head all muddle.
By now I was feeling in need of a cuddle.
"Well, I'll get you sorted as quickly as 1,2,3.
In no time at all you'll be wrinkle-free!"
"Wrinkles!", I exclaim as the penny drops.
"You think you can fix me by ironing my top!?"
"Well that's not quite what I meant dear love of my life.
But I sure am greatful that you are my wife".
- Lost Girl original 2016 🙂
