Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 I Really Do Love Him

I love Hubby, 'specially on

A lovely Sunday morning when,

As my wake up phenomenon,

Sweet treatment by him does begin

With serving to me in bed of

Breakfast, toast burnt, eggs underdone.

But it's his sentiment I love,

Knowing for cooking he's not one

To brag on, but a single rose

Adorns the tray, and of course I

Notice it's just like one of those

In the neighbor's garden supply.

How Hubby gets me in the groove,

Hoping his golfing I'll approve.