Wednesday Night Comedy
Alex, my siter reads
to me what she will read
her class tomorrow,
a springy spring poem
by Eileen Fisher.
“Peck, peck, peck
on the little brown egg.”
An hour earlier,
I beat my husband
at an excruciating
and embarrassing
game of chess
for him.
Then the winner
must deal
with the verbal backlash.
Whop-eesh!
“What have you done
today to help out
around the house?
Name one thing!”
Moment of reflection
Inserted here…
“I showed up.”
“Great Jen.
Worthy of a poem,
I’d say. It’s haiku
worthy!”
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