Sunday, April 08, 2012

Asked You Once

You handed me the mop and grinned at me
When I asked for your help, laughing so hard
The calm of evening shattered, left me scarred
And thinking of the griefs of history.
I clenched my teeth and pointed out, sweetly,
The way the grass had withered in the yard;
You said I'd look great in a leotard
And roared a brainless roar, slapping your knee.

I asked you once about the broken ice
Along the sidewalk near the corner shop,
But you just laughed, and handed me the mop.
Please understand that I was being nice,
And when that didn't work, I asked you twice,
But I won't ask again. You ought to stop.