rick green
28th May 2005, 0:03
Here's my unworthy response to kumquat's, per RC's request.
“A woman ought to know her place, and do
Just like her man would have her do. If I
Had my way, she’d only speak when spoke to.
No looking daggers either, but a sigh
Of fawning gratitude would be alright.
Hold on. I’ll do it later Ma!” He screams,
And slams his postered door, resumes. “At night
She’d have to be a perfect whore, bring dreams
To life, enact my every twisted whim.”
We hear the cane approaching in the hall;
His mom comes in. “You’d better mind me, Slim!
You’re pushing thirty, cross-eyed, broke, and all
Scabby like a crepe-myrtle. All you’ve got,
Or ever will have, is me. You damn snot!”
“A woman ought to know her place, and do
Just like her man would have her do. If I
Had my way, she’d only speak when spoke to.
No looking daggers either, but a sigh
Of fawning gratitude would be alright.
Hold on. I’ll do it later Ma!” He screams,
And slams his postered door, resumes. “At night
She’d have to be a perfect whore, bring dreams
To life, enact my every twisted whim.”
We hear the cane approaching in the hall;
His mom comes in. “You’d better mind me, Slim!
You’re pushing thirty, cross-eyed, broke, and all
Scabby like a crepe-myrtle. All you’ve got,
Or ever will have, is me. You damn snot!”