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
1 comment:
Yep! I was a wonderin' just where this was going. Should have known, but it was definitely a pleasant surprise! Te He
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