a boiling pan on the stove
She's in a bad mood...where's my hard hat?
You start, just a gentle simmer
A slight bubble, not much more
But gradually you fiercely splash
Spitting lava like water over all
And as we try so hard to turn down
The heat that’s fuelling your boil
You explode, like a geezer of old
Then your bad mood returns to the soil
(2013)
A poem about my mrs,when a bad mood takes her...of course!
