For you I gave up beer and pubs,
two-seater cars, exotic clubs,
fluorescent condoms, one night stands,
a credit balance and folk bands,
my flat, Black Book and social life,
most of my bed and someone elses wife.
You gave up sex for both of us
and called me selfish when I made a fuss.
If you've any comments about this poem, Martin Parker would be pleased to hear from you.