The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
Is there anyone worse than a denti… A dental surgeon I think as I sit alone Battling my nerves As I listen to the patient next d…
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees