C: I Knocked I Rapped.

I knocked, I rapped, I rang the bell,
Opened the letter box and gave a yell,
No one answered, no one came,
On my own, Oh what a shame.

I should have phoned, or sent a text,
I couldn't think of what to do next.
The neighbours spyed at me so cold,
I shrugged my shoulders and then got bold.

I walked quite fast through the garden gate,
I rang the bell of my best mate.
A curtain moved, a bolt went back
I waited for the door to crack.

A small round face, peered through the gap,
To my amazement is was my chap.
I banged the door, I kicked it hard,
It caved in like a piece of card.

He stood and stared at my red face,
I tried so hard to keep my grace.
I asked him what he had been doing,
All he said was 'It had been brewing'.

I couldn't believe what I could hear,
His hand came forward to wipe a tear.
I saw in his hand he held a key
He told me quietly it was for me.

He took my hand and held it tight,
We walked back round to the door that was white.
It was his door his home not mine,
I heard the words 'about time'.

Who had said them, who would dare?
But as I looked I didn't care.
He held me close and kissed my hand
It was obvious that this was planned.

To be his wife is such a thrill
Of course I told him, 'Yes I will'.
And now we share the same front door
I hope it lasts for ever more.