Here's An Idea
They just don't know how to apologize, do they?
Giving something that's prone to finger bleeds
and even chunkier thighs.
I'll give you the Golden Rule:
with situations like this
it is sure to apply.
An idea I propose (if I may be so bold):
give me a week without seeing your face
and a day without hearing your voice.
Heartbroken women everywhere agree
that it truly is the safest choice!
I don't need a second bouquet
or another box of sweets so chocolatey.
Seeing you suffer for what you did
is without a doubt the greatest therapy!
But of course Don't despair
Eventually you'll be forgiven
Give it space Give it time
When you return it will be sublime
a peck on the cheek
"Honey, can you fix the bathroom sink,
it hasn't been greased
... in at least a week."
NOTE: For all you women out there that have to put up with us silly men.
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