Sunday, March 22, 2020

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



1 comment:

Pauline said...

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