Sequel
Dear Husband and King,
I’m writing to you because I’m afraid
someone is rewriting our story.
Lately, your mother has been
licking her lips and eyeing
the kids rather strangely,
and knowing her ogreish
lineage, I fear she admires
Daisy’s round arms and Dawn’s
dimpled knees with
other than grandmotherly affection.
I know how important your war must be,
but I’m worn out trying to make
my lamb printanier and blanquette de veau
tender enough to please her. Unless
you return to the castle with haste,
we’re in imminent danger of losing,
my dear, our happily ever after.
First published in Nimrod International Poetry Journal
I’m writing to you because I’m afraid
someone is rewriting our story.
Lately, your mother has been
licking her lips and eyeing
the kids rather strangely,
and knowing her ogreish
lineage, I fear she admires
Daisy’s round arms and Dawn’s
dimpled knees with
other than grandmotherly affection.
I know how important your war must be,
but I’m worn out trying to make
my lamb printanier and blanquette de veau
tender enough to please her. Unless
you return to the castle with haste,
we’re in imminent danger of losing,
my dear, our happily ever after.
First published in Nimrod International Poetry Journal