Thursday, April 25, 2013

Oh April 30, Please Come!

Rosie Good went down the street
to get an ice-cream sandwich
Rosie tripped and cut her lip
and came home with a bandage.

Rosie's husband opened the door
and looked oh so upset
He took poor Rosie in his arms
and said, Don't cry, my pet.

Does it hurt really bad
said Rosie's dad, who immediately rushed over
No,I'm O.K. said Rose O'Day (for that
is what he called her).

Rosie sat down on the couch
and filled her mouth with chocolate
but with every bit she bit her lip
and stained the brand new carpet.

Rosie's husband was quite ilked
with all the new housekeeping
and laundering and bandaging
and cleaning up the bleeding.

He threw a fit, said This is it
and stormed into the bedroom
Rosie's dad was awfully glad
You shouldn't have married that baffoon.

Rosie yelled Dad, he's just mad
and dad yelled right back at her
You should have married that other one
the one that was quite fatter

But I love this one, Rosie said
and I will love him forever
He came out of the room and tripped on the broom
and threw on his cashmere sweater.

I'm going out
Rosie husband shout-
ed and left in a hurry
Rosie's dad thought that's too bad
as he saw her eyes go blury.

As you can tell if you've come this far
our Rosie is quite over
with writing a poem for thirty days
the month is getting slower.

Her lip repaired, her husband home
her father finally leaving
This has all been just a tale-
though a dumb one - she was weaving.

Please April 30, oh please come
Let this challenge be through
I'm completely disheartened
and fully convinced
my poetry days are through.




2 comments:

MissMaud said...

Tis the tip of the iceburg, Rosie. You've only just begun. Hope you keep writing all year long!

nthgruv said...

I love reading your stuff, even when you're out of gas. :)