His Wife Contends
My wife contends I have no spine,
and likens me to wimpy toilet tissue.
What I fear most, and what’s at issue,
is what I suspect her darkest design –
to bend and fold and crease me
into a piece of artless origami.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2024
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