Her Stash
He---Honey, are we out of peanut butter?
She--I don’t know, sweetness, look behind the salt.
He---Speak up, I can’t hear you when you mutter.
She--Don’t get huffy, it’s not my fault.
He–--Well, keeping food here is not a game.
She–-And I suppose keeping money here is no joke.
He---I’m not going to argue, I’m not to blame.
She–-No, you don’t argue, you know we are broke.
He---Are you saying you don’t have a stash?
She– C’mon man, my BP is going through the roof.
He---Well, I know full well you have cash.
She–-Maybe so, but I know you have no proof.
He---Well, it’s just not worth the mind clutter.
She–-No, and not worth insults to half your name.
He---Well, I’m sorry for all this over peanut butter.
She–-Apology accepted, I will show no shame.
© Jun 21 2010 For Paula's "Four Sentences" contest
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