In the theater, awaiting the curtain rising,
My woman looks at me and I say
Tangerines.
She punches me in the arm,
Cause once again I read her mind,
For I know she is silently making her shopping list.
In the kitchen, looking confused, she is
Thinking what the heck did I come in here for,
Smiling, I suggest a cuppa tea might be nice,
And she looks at me queerly and says
******* it, stop doing that!
Driving home she turns to me
And I say, yes, a veggie burger at Houston's
Would be a great idea for dinner.
She can't hit me cause I am doing the driving,
But she does make some laughing, teeth gnashing noises,
Which are most comical.
I am no Houdini, it's quite simple,
After 5 years, I read her like a book,
A book of my poems that she has inspired,
Entitled the Mysteries of True Love.
6:00 PM
In the sun room, smiling.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 5:15 PM UTC
In the theater, awaiting the curtain rising,
My woman looks at me and I say
Tangerines.
She punches me in the arm,
Cause once again I read her mind,
For I know she is silently making her shopping list.
In the kitchen, looking confused, she is
Thinking what the heck did I come in here for,
Smiling, I suggest a cuppa tea might be nice,
And she looks at me queerly and says
******* it, stop doing that!
Driving home she turns to me
And I say, yes, a veggie burger at Houston's
Would be a great idea for dinner.
She can't hit me cause I am doing the driving,
But she does make some laughing, teeth gnashing noises,
Which are most comical.
I am no Houdini, it's quite simple,
After 5 years, I read her like a book,
A book of my poems that she has inspired,
Entitled the Mysteries of True Love.
6:00 PM
In the sun room, smiling.
May 25, 2013
For my S....the one mystery I can't solve is how I keep finding new ways to tell you....
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