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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ‘Round eight o’clock this morning I was sitting in our kitchen, Wondering what the best way was to occupy my day, When, “Wha’d’ya’ want for breakfast, dear,” Connie suddenly asked, Which took me by complete surprise…I didn’t know what to say! She rarely makes a morning meal…and when she does, I swear… I don’t remember ever being asked to…order food! I thought for just a moment that I hadn’t heard her right… But felt that turning down the invitation would be rude. I almost told her, “Nothing, dear….I think I’ll wait ‘til lunch.” But something told me there was trouble brewing in the air! So I said, “Ya’ know what…ham and eggs sounds pretty good,” Then noticed…when she glanced at me…a nervous little stare. “What’s the big occasion, honey?” I politely quizzed, “It seems a little strange I get to choose my morning meal!” “I just thought you might be hungry,” was her quick reply, “There’s nothing strange about it, Mark. It’s really no big deal.” By now the deep suspicion I was feeling had me sure The reason she was pampering me was something very foul. “You’re always so suspicious,” she complained, “for pity’s sake!” I sensed the anger in her voice, and saw the frigid scowl. “Can’t a woman make her man a meal to start his day Just because she loves him? Does there have to be a plot? Can’t she treat him like a king without him makin’ cracks?” I now was really worried, ‘cause the comments that I’d got Told me there was likely something slick in her technique - To throw me off my guard…set me up for real bad news! “Sorry, dear,” I told her, “this is very nice of you, And I didn’t mean to make you think I thought this was a ruse. “Just because a wife decides to fix her husband food, And actually lets him have his choice of what he’d like to eat, And does it when he least expects it, doesn’t really mean Something weird is going on. In fact - I think it’s neat.” I watched her very closely as she flew around the room - The forks and knives and spatulas were flying left and right. But the massive pile of ham and eggs she sat before my face Only made me worry more…and as I took a bite And she began to rub my neck - and kissed me on the cheek - I finally knew - without a doubt - that there was something wrong. A couple minutes later she would fin’ly start the tale, With full details of what I’d been expecting all along! “Sweetheart,” she began…“do you remember, years ago… We borrowed your daddy’s Duesenberg, then heard that clunking sound, But you just kept on going…‘til the engine fin’ly blew… And then we learned the parts to make repairs could not be found? “Well…he forgave you…just like that. Your pop was quite a guy. He never even yelled at you for ruining his car! And that colossal boo-boo - with some others just as bad - Is what, I’m sure, has made you…as forgiving as you are. “Honey…when I went to pick up groceries yesterday… The ‘Caddy’ made a bunch o’ funny sounds, and started smokin’! I pulled into a station and I found the man in charge, But I just can’t remember all the things he said are broken. “I know it wasn’t battery…or starter…or a tire… And I don’t think he mentioned belts, or even fuel tank. Oh yeah…he used a word that I had never heard before. I think he said we’d have to fix a part he called…the ‘crank’! “Yeah…that’s it. I knew it was a funny sounding one. The wrecker guy was really nice, and drove me home for free. He told me ‘cranks’ are pricey,’ but the car is worth the cost… But I was quick to tell him that it wasn’t up to me. “I said we’d have you phone them, hon…to tell them what to do. They said they’d have the motor out by six o’clock last night. How nice they were to start to fix our Caddy right away. I only hope you feel the way I handled things was right. “He told me brand new engines take at least a month to get, And - putting in a brand new crank would be the cheaper way. He says the car will be “…as good as new”, for thousands less, And, sweetie-pie…I promised him - you’d call first thing today!” My appetite had disappeared…and as I sat there - stunned - The tale she’d told was awfully close to more than I could bear! I’d heard about - “the gouger” - who’d be working on our car, And as for -- calling for the cost…I actually didn’t dare! What she’d done was give our car to someone that I knew Was both the most expensive, and -- mechanic-wise -- the worst! I also knew - before I phoned to get his pile of doo-doo - That I’d be wise to chug a bottle of Pepto-Bismol first! “The morning meal was nice,” I said…“but when the car broke down, You really should have called me, dear…to ask for my advice. Now, at last, I understand the fancy morning meal… And realize precisely why you’re being - extra nice!” PS: I've now got 4 new Audio-CDs - @ 4 1/2 hours each = (62 diversely varied pieces). They’re listed on EBAY - under - “Mark Stellinga Poetry” - or available by simply contacting me at -- mark@writerofbooks.com -- should those of you who enjoy listening to poems as well as reading them - and particularly those of you that travel - care to be so entertained. (We use safe and simple - PayPal) Cheers, Mark
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