I did not bear him any grudge

I won’t go on the North Circular again
There are so many cars, it’s mayhem
My husband drove well
But this road is hell
You might as well turn  a sheep  to a hen.

When he was  more young he drove fast
If I wanted to pee, he was pissed
Then he got older
And his prostate was bolder
So he was sorry  he’d hurt me, at last!

I did not bear him any grudge
For his face was a sight much beloved
His voice caused much fear
When the doctor was here
She looked like she’d swallowed a smudge.

I know this may never make sense
But my feelings are always intense
I pray for  some news
But God is amused
So he wants my old man to stay hence.

He looked like a Peer of the Realm
So a barman said,overwhelmed
His grandad was a blacksmith
So he  covered up  his  nuts with
A piece of  old iron at the helm