Caren Krutsinger Poet Light Verse

My Car My Truck My House

My car
My truck
My bank account
My house
My children

I stared at the woman
Do you mean our car, our truck, our bank account?

Sure she agreed
His too, and this is my yard, my garden cart, my tree,

He came out of the house
Can I get my breakfast? He asked her
Please do, she replied

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Quoth Theraven February 9, 2020 at 6:09 PM Caren, All I can say is..,my oh my... I like to go out for breakfast anyway. -Richard Caren Krutsinger February 10, 2020 at 12:00 PM I imagine you do.

Eric Ashford February 9, 2020 at 11:00 AM Loved this one Caren. You nailed it. Caren Krutsinger February 10, 2020 at 12:01 PM Thank you Eric.

Line Gauthier February 9, 2020 at 10:12 AM I know someone who speaks this way... in front of her husband! It's all about her house, her wedding, her honeymoon, her bedroom, her car, her trip. I brought this to her attention... it went in one ear out the other! I totally don't understand it. Caren Krutsinger February 10, 2020 at 12:01 PM I think it is hilariously weird.