Somewhere Life Is A Figment of Imagination

Monday, June 12, 2006

There She Stands

There she stands, with arms crossed around her chest,
Wondering if she rode on the trough or a crest,
Just when she’s trying to snuggle into her nest,
Life decides to put her to the test,

Shaken out of her wits,
She can see her privacy torn to bits,
Catches his eye staring at her tits,
Just enough to throw her into fits,

Her nervousness is killing,
And her partner hasn’t yet finished grilling,
Says he has a car and many a shilling,
Both have the beans, but who does the spilling?

Waits for her turn and asks of her mother in law,
How she behaves and all her flaw,
Are you sure she has nails for claw?
And so went on her questions and all the blah,

They were engaged and were free to hold hands,
Ride in the car and compromised to demands,
If wishes were horses, this time they were only commands,
Their chatter would put to shame the noise of a thousand bands,

They were married soon enough,
Now time to draw the cigarette puff,
Expected clobbers of all the bluff,
And life went on and all the stuff,

Time that kids arrived, she wasn’t prepared,
Patience lost, tempers flared,
And all the mistakes simply glared,
Thinking of future, she was scared,

The kids grew and so did their despise,
She wanted them to reach for the skies,
Thinking of them, would moist her eyes,
But, the kids decided to break all ties,

Future, was an invasion and a hostile take over,
Of a life she had yet to discover

2 comments:

WritingBuddha said...

;-) what a glorified way of putting everything in place. you are a pure genius dude... :-)

Fatally Flawed said...

lol...thanks ;))))