Ode To a Deflated Wife
Gather her up with velvet mitts.
Dab with cotton wipes.
Toss her gently on a bed of roses.
Yank her light switch until she glows.
Purge blues with muted pastels.
Whisper of wealth yet to come,
encourage with chocolates and wine.
Agree to die first;
love her back to roundness.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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