Dreams and Toes

Recently, Mal and I somehow agreed to each write a poem about marriage and gout. His incredible poem can be read here: "Goutage" 

Dreams and Toes

A recent query on the Net,
Presented quite a challenge.
To make a poem, and write it out,
How gout resembles marriage.

I should’ve known from our first date,
But then there was no telling,
I would compare my darling mate,
To my throbbing pedal swelling.

All this time with wedded glee,
Has shown me that I know;
The ins and outs of love can be,
As painful as my toe.

I do her chores and mow the lawn,
And try to remain placid.
While all the time I limp and moan,
And curse that uric acid.

It’s not fair for me to say,
Because she is my soul mate.
But in truth there is no way
She hurts me like my sole’s mate.

So based upon the years of love
I really won’t complain more
Or let her be the object of
My aching digit's metaphor