A lobster tale
Posted in Daily Life by Howard | Tags: earring, lobster, lostHello my dear mate, I have something to confess
While you slave at work, I lay here and just rest
Though I always complete my chores, wash the dishes make the bed
But these are not at all the reasons for which we did wed
It’s because of our love, to you my heart does belong
Even when I don’t want to I admit that I am wrong
As we await for you to come home and smooch on our face
The girls sit anxiously like a runner on third base
Today as I exited the shower, what’s this on the ground?
I believe I found something to turn your frown upside down
You thought this was lost, and you’d never see it again
I bet even the Kool-Aid man will be jealous of your grin
I’m not sure where to place it, so I left it in plain sight
Hopefully you will see it, next to your light
I wrote that in a hurry because you were on the way home, and I know I’m not good at poetry.














