Ode For a Deflated Wife
Gather her up
with rubber gloves and Lysol.
Toss her gently on a bed of roses.
Yank her light switch,
immerse blues in soft sell.
Whisper of wealth yet to come,
encourage with chocolates,
agree to die first;
love her back to roundness.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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