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Mar262010

THE CONVERSATION

(Author's Note: The following poem is meant to be a humorous look at relationships.)

 

 THE CONVERSATION  

                 

“In all good time, my love,” he prayed.

“The credit cards are yet unpaid.

Prenuptial remains unmade. 

My Jaguar needs a big upgrade.”

 

“Just trust in me and you will see

How blissful all eternity

Begins, dear one, with toys galore.

And time affords kids on the floor.”

 

“My couch resplendent with velour,

Begs lava lamps to light amour.

My Cat purrs with its jungle roar

Supplied by stick -- five on the floor.”

 

“In your good time,” she flung at him.

“I feel like I’m out on a limb.

Our future’s looking mighty dim.

My patience now has reached its brim.”

 

“I’ve waxed your toy,

(your pride and joy)

With wheels composed of strange alloy.

You viewed my efforts with annoy.”

 

“So, ’til we meet before the bench

Where from Judge Judy lets me wrench

My Common due, my pound of flesh,

With comments less than classic French.”

 

“I wish you well.

Go straight to Hell!

The wedding bell

Will never knell!”

 

So said they each -- impassioned speech.

A lesson well, meant more to teach

That couples thrive on broach and breach.

Yet one may parry with impeach.

 

He stood there thence with mouth agape.

His neutered pride a dried-up grape.

Yea, champagne taste doth do him in.

Forever branded: prideful sin.

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