Ultimatum?
She was warned.
She was given an explanation.
Nevertheless, she persisted.
Rebuttal?
She was warned "Horde no more"
To which she promptly said
You are being a boar
It's shampoo for my head
I'm getting no younger
Live my life like I wish
You'd kill me from hunger
Mere spinach in my dish
Bonkers! She was given
an explanation, but
Still no avail, bidden
to her own muddy rut
(Hope they don't find my keys)
I may wish to travel
While I still have some cheese
Sometimes hungry as Hell
You'd best behave yourself
But nevertheless, she
persisted, like dour elf
(I'll hang on to my key)
(Pills, under my covers )
Toasted raisin bread, jam
and cream cheese like mothers
(Too rough my life can end)
My Choices
Unspoken
(Travel with hidden keys
or
Die orchestrated death)
(Do all have an escape)
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
- Photo courtesy of free to blogs, "Bryan Cave Benefits and Executive Compensation Blog - Clip Art Library",
-I am linked with Magaly Guerrero in Weekly Scribbles at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/03/weekly-scribblings-12-nevertheless-she.html?m=1 . Magaly wanted us to write a poem using the three lines this first started with. Together or dispersed within the poem, I chose the latter.
Crisis brings all sorts of interesting--and sometimes lethal--behaviors out people.
ReplyDeleteThe comforting words in your poem are 'toasted raisin bread, jam and cream cheese like mothers' ~~ are they under the covers??!!
ReplyDeleteLove this one, Jim! Only when forced to, do people face themselves.
ReplyDelete....and the husband's option: stop exaggerating, awfulizing, NAGGING, and start making his own bed his own way. If she wants him back, she can stop hoarding things under the covers. If not, well, maybe that's why!
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