Jane Kostman Poet Enclosed Rhyme

The Store

I sent my husband to the store
to buy new apples since ours rotted to the core
I was sure to ask for about four
but he rolled his eyes and He complained evermore
Acting like it was such a chore
to go to the store
Before he headed out the door he
asked if there was anything else he needed to fetch
I said yes, yes, yes 
I need a few boneless skinless chicken breasts,
I said want to write a list, but he swore he'd remember it
I thought to myself it would be a far stretch 
And if he remembered I would be impressed 
Slowly he shut the front door
headed to the store 
I was aware that he was not good at shopping there
He acted like he didn't care when he brought me bruised apples on the outer core,
He was trying to get a reward or score for just shopping at the store
He never followed my request and 
He got the wrong Chicken breasts,
These he got had the bone in 
So I realised with him I just couldn't win
He said dear I did what you said I went to the store
I even got the bread,
I wasn't impressed I shook my head 
Knowing he wasn't one to send to the store
to get even the right things I asked for
I knew itd do no good to protest
So I set my mind at rest 
And just went to bed

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment