The conjugal state of conniption...
Just a redundant description
Of your consort's, 'No you ain't! '
And your peaceful state of 'saint'...
Hood.
Why the contentious fight?
The answer is in sight
When the two of you realize
Ain't neither one of you right!
Drown dismay! Feed him grapes!
In a flimsy, naughty, nitey drape!
One more thing, that's no surprise...
Now you're fighting over shape and size,
Of apples and oranges.
Dewey Decimel System too!
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/marital-bliss-2/
