Bite Me Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Every sentence I ended...
She said bite me.
Every comment I made...
Her response was a way,
Of letting me know what she wanted.

'Bite me.
Bite me.
Bite me...'

She went on!

So I obliged.

Fulfilling my good guy duties.

So why am I the one being arrested?
Which one of us here has the black eye?

The only reason she doesn't have any teeth...
She took them out before she swung!
Why would I want to steal her teeth?
When I am accustomed to her tongue.
And her teeth are always out anyway.
At least that's what her husband says.

They both have done me.
She here!
And he...
Across the street at my home.
But this is the first time I've ever been arrested...
For not giving up the bone!