A woman was sauntering to her beautifully furnished residence
when she decided to stop by, unannounced, at her son’s house.
With this- after- all -is –my- son’s- house audacity, she knocked
once on the door before marching in.
She was shocked to see her daughter-in-law lying on the couch,
wearing nothing else but nudity itself. What filled the room was
some captivating soft music, and the aroma of some exotic perfume
from a land only furnished with romantic souls.
‘What the heck are you doing?’ she burst out.
‘I’m waiting for Justin to come home from work.’
The daughter-in-law answered in a calm and collected voice.
‘ But you’re na…!’ the mother-in-law exclaimed.
‘This is my love dress,’ the daughter-in-law chipped in.
‘Love dress? But you’re totally na…!’
‘Justin loves to see me tucked in this dress,’ she bubbled over with a smile.
She added,’ Every time he sees me in this dress, he instantly becomes
romantic and ravages me for hours.’ At that point, the mother-in-law
pouted her chunky lips and banged the door behind her as she darted out.
When she got home she undressed, showered, crooned `l Wanna know what love is`,
put on her best perfume, dimmed the lights, put on a romantic CD, and lay on the
couch waiting for her husband to arrive. Finally, her husband came home.
He walked in and saw her wriggling childishly, provocatively on the couch.
‘What are you doing?’ he enquired, doffing off his eye-glasses as if to convince
himself that he was not hallucinating. Had his wife gone crazy?
‘This is my love dress, my man,’ she whispered, sensually.
`Honey, that one definitely needs some serious ironing!
What’s for dinner?` he said with an air of finality
Presented by Mthabisi Moyo.
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Ndaba @starrider
I am a published writer, former National Arts Merit Awards (NAMA) nominee, a writers` association chairperson, an English lecturer, an international ESL and EFL teacher and tutor , book editor ,conference producer and researcher. In 2005, my nationally acclaimed book, Love O’clock was published. In 2006, I edited a poetry anthology, IT`S TIME…In 2007 I was in a team of young writers` editors/mentors on a British council project, Echoes of the Young. 2010 saw me contribute to an international edition -Poems for Haiti, a South African anthology. In 2012 l contributed to the following international poetry collections, SNIPPETS and Voices For Peace respectively.Go to Ndaba's profile, and read more of his/her posts.
Mtchew, wicked man, abi e no fit perform ni? Nice one Ndaba, flirty, funny, infuriating with a message neatly tucked in between the lines, Well done.
Thanks . Yes a poem should have a message -and some entertainment value as well.
lol. yeah, express,entertain,edify & educate! Excellent
great title by the way.
Sunshine, thanks for shining on my posts! Thanks for your time as well.
Absolutely refreshing @ndaba…wrinkled or not, my love dress always gets my man, winks!
Hmm… Though it sounded more like a joke, but who the heck cares about labels? Not me. Thumbs up.
Dotta, good for you hey! Thanks for dropping by. One lady once commented that the man who sees all those wrinkles should do his wife a favour… rot in Hell!
hehehe….what a creative mother-in-law we have here. She really needs a brand new love dress to get any attention.
Poor mother-in-law. How she gets that new dress is another story. Thanks.
No b small thing.
I will say this is “different”.
You wanna do what the likes of shakespeare and Homer did?
At school l was nicknamed Shakespeare, a humble honour, though l did not actually like the name.