You'Re An Asp

Do not be an asp! I say to my husband. Putting him immediately into argument-ive mode. Asp, I said Asp I shriek with glee As he heads toward me With a super angry face, to dismount and unload. He stops at the couch. Asp like a venomous snake? He asks me. Yes, like a wonderful, Cleopatra-like, wonderful cobra, see? And just how is that better? He asks me, in a dangerous way. “Asps are handsome, determined, eager-to-please,” I happily say. We both know I’m making this up on the fly. We almost laugh when we catch each other’s eye. He smiles. You’re an asp, he says. Yes, I am, but not as much as Inez. Submitted on 4-30-2018 Contest: ASP by Anthony Slausen