Let Me Know
The big job for today will be making my bed
Then turning into toast what once was bread
Followed by dusting floor which we do adore
And waving at my wife who left for the store.
Making much incredible coffee is really first
Because of my wife with her great thirst
For something she likes which is tempting;
No wonder me she is always exempting.
So if all my poems you want to really resist
Will remove your nice name from address list;
In an email to you each poem will have gone
When you like them and want to continue on.
So if you in person will please let me know;
To my eccentric ego, it won't be a big blow
If all my pathetic poems you do not prefer;
For all of them, there is no known cure.