Fat Wife
last night I said something wrong
something not all of you were supposed to hear
I had one too many pints of loose tongue
and not enough shots of mouth wash
I released a verbal barrage of spit-fighter bullets
I'm sorry
well sort of…
mainly to you my sweet little wifey dear
it's not your fault that you're fat
or big boned
or whatever
and it's certainly not your fault
that everyone knows how I feel
when I snuggle up next to you
in our lopsided water bed
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