Marital Harmony Poem by Phil Soar

Is this my real Wife?
Or is she plasticine?
Caught in my gun sight
No escape from my magazine
She looked to the skies
And I missed her eyes, you see

I'm just a poor shot
Missed her entirely
Easy shot, Time went slow
Missed her high, missed her low
Anyway I took aim
Nothing seemed to shatter, my dream
My dream

Too late
She went to run
Aimed a gun right at her head
Missed by miles and she's not dead
Momma
Just one shot away
I might as well have shot at her behind

Momma
Who knew
Didn't mean to miss my aim
I sometimes wish I'd never took aim at all
Now she's gone, Now she's gone
And I failed to make her shatter

I saw a little stiletto as she ran
Must have hurt, in the dirt
And she vanished in the woodland
Conifers and beech trees
Crashing into her knees
Green!

I'm such a poor shot, she didn't love me
My blooming buckshot, hit a small oak tree
Spared her a life and the rebound hit me
Easy shot, couldn't miss,
Trouble is, I was pissed
Spared her a life and the truth is I missed

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
I aimed at her kill zone
Hit the bloody tree

Lying in the woodland
Dying of a rebound
Nothing really matters
To me

Anyway...I'm comatose
Nothing really matters to me!