A Pound of Cure

She held his head under

his breath was on hold -

To hold him down under

I thought was quite bold,

Then finally his hand

bobbed about in the air -

his eyes rolled around,

as if no one was there.

But she held his head under

with that look on her face -

that fierce, unrelenting look

of distaste -

For she'd had it to here

if you know what I mean,

Tolerant, patient -

thrifty and clean,

An example she'd set

a model - to all,

But she held his head under

with no sign of a brawl,

For she'd had it to here

and now was her chance -

his hand waved about,

she gave it no glance

But she gazed out the window

and thought with a grin,

of a world where no hiccups

could ever get in. 

Z. Corwin