Desperate Housewives of Poetry Soup

She comes here to PS in between breaks After carefully giving her carpets the shakes She's cooked and cleaned and gone out to shop Chased after the kids till she's ready to drop Worked at the office, then watched kids at play Now it has come to the end of her day He pats her bum, then passes out on the couch She's fuming inside cause he’s such a slouch Then it’s off to bed where he gives a quick hug She's wondering if she can give him a slug She wants him to woo her, initiate sex “Oh, by the way,” he groans, “Did you feed Rex?” She kicks the covers and jumps out of bed “Turn out the light,” he yells; she just sees red. She goes to her laptop to escape the scene Words speak to her heart, the ones on the screen "These men Soupers are... in love with words, too They know how to please and be nice to you." Their words are romantic, they seem larger than life She continues to wonder, “Is HE nice to his wife?” Or is this a world where nothing is real There are no boundaries to what one can feel Hubby’s in bed, and she shuts out his snore But the guy on PS makes her heart soar!! How can a man be expressive like this? She wonders what he would be like to kiss Such chivalry, charm, and such pure delight Before she knows it…. she's up all the night Got to get going, breakfast can’t be late Her halo is slipping; no longer a saint She wonders, "Why is hubby not into you? The pressures of life have made him so blue." But right before he walks out of the door “Tonight, sugar plum, going to let out a roar!” So she smiles and then giggles, “PS can wait.. Oh please God…don’t let hubby… come home too late!” Eileen Manassian Ghali