In The Doghouse

notapoet

I sit in the place

Where a man is usually sent

For doing or saying things

That really weren’t meant

 

I am sent here to repent

To sulk and to brood

For being insensitive and non-caring

Obnoxious or rude

 

Starved of all emotion

And only served looks that are frozen

Fed just deserts of distasteful emotions

That have carefully been chosen

 

My apologetic whimpers are lost

In the deafening silence around

And my pleading sad eyes

Are forced to stare at the ground

 

Sent to this place

For my so-called bad behavior

This time it will take more than chocolate and flowers

To act as my savior

  • Author: notapoet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 26th, 2016 17:04
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 30
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  • P.H.Rose

    Ha ha.. brilliant.
    Been there a few
    Too many times.
    Very good sir......

  • Christina8

    Really good poem! Love the rhymes! I"m a sucker for flowers, maybe she is too! Good luck! 🙂

  • WriteBeLight

    Wish you could unring the bell! Nice job about a situation many have been in...:)



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