Mountains and Molehills
From all outward appearances
It seemed they were having a lovely evening
But as soon as they got home
She started seething
She accused him of being too friendly with the waitress
He said "I was just being polite"
She said he was a liar
and he said , "Yeah right"
She said "You're sleeping on the couch"
He said she was making a mountain out of a molehill
She slammed the door
In the morning they'll make up still
Until he leaves the toilet seat up
Then they'll start all over again
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017
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