I Love You. But

I love you. But
I cringe each time you call your trousers pants
In my world pants are underwear
At which ladies should not glance

I love you. But
You eat weird orange cheese and refried beans
And cover scones with gravy
A culinary divide that means

I love you. But
Chips are chips. And a fanny’s a front bottom
And there’s many more I’m sure
So painful I’ve forgotten

I love you. But
What’s a comforter? And what’s a pacifier?
They told me you spoke English
But they were all filthy liars

I love you. But…

©️jane jago 2018