Albert Ahearn Poet Sonnet

A Petty Argument

Honey, just once, would you keep your mouth shut?
Why? Your mouth is the source of all our problems
That’s why. Oh, now you’re calling me a nut!
When you’re not calling me names you condemn
Everything I do or say. What’s with you?
Oh! Here come the tears! Turn them off my dear.
They always seem to appear when the two
Of us reach an impasse, crocodile tears!
Look hon, this is a silly argument
Over what I said at the beginning
I had no idea it would augment
Into this sideshow that’s never-ending
I guess I said some awful things untrue
I had no right to say those things to you.

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Sara Kendrick March 6, 2010 at 7:44 AM The petty fights are the tip of the iceburg that causes the impasse to the root or roots of the problem which ususally boils down to a power struggle. Keep the creative pen flowing....Ignorance is bliss....Sara