Give Us This Day Our Daily Angst
Just quit nagging ‘bout my time in the loo
Or I’ll deck you with that weird platform shoe
Yes, I like to read there, it’s the only quiet place
And the “scenery” is better than that look upon your face
Instead of complaining, make me some breakfast
Heaven knows why my heart you once possessed
Lord, what will this evening have in store
You think I’m gonna watch that chick flick once more
I’ve a better idea; the guys will be here soon
If you reveal my poker hand, I’ll send you to the moon
So warm up some treats and send the kids packin’
It’s bottle-by-bottle the booze I’ll be stackin’
Give me a break and take off that frilly dress
By the time the game’s over, the house will be a mess
And it’s all yours to clean, my ever-loving spouse
If the house isn’t tidy, you’ll hear me grouse
So take a load off now, while you still can
That load you carry needs a moving van
If you find me ill-tempered, then just take a hint
Bounce out that door with the pace of a sprint
*Written April 29, 2014
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014
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