He answers the door with a spoon in hand
And states that tonight’s meal will be fish
Demurely I express “I hope you’ll understand.”
“I get an allergic reaction to that dish.”
Scowling he mutters he can prepare spaghetti
And I tell him that pasta will be just fine
As he cuts mushrooms with the kitchen machete
He asks if I can open the bottle of wine
The change in meal calls for a bottle of red
The bottle I pick was standing upright
So the corkscrew crumbles the dry cork like old bread
And cork floating in wine is not a pretty sight
With the partly open cork stuck in the bottle
I try to shake wine into the glasses
The tablecloth takes on a colorful mottle
Certainly not the method used by the masses
Glancing in he wonders what is taking so long
He sees me trying to mop up the stain
As I attempt to explain how this all went wrong
I can see that his patience is starting to wane.
A story told in meter and rhyme....like rap, like poetry...you will like this. It takes cartoon Taffy, on funny adventures in the search of love. Some might say she is in a constant state of bad luck but will love conquer all ?
About the Author
This is Cynthia’s first book publishing endeavor but she has been published for poetry going back to high school and recently for articles in an association magazine. Now partially retired and living in Illinois, she relaxes creating the poetry of rhyme.