Isn't That Grand Poem by Margaret Alice Second

You unburdened your soul, told me once
again how much effort it takes to suffer my
decorating the house, my reply is to lessen
your pain and take down all my silver glitter
bows that offend, store the white lace & snow-
flakes, remove the crystal glasses and flowers
from the deadpan black fireplace

Restoring all to pristine blandness to calm your
soul and give you a chance for new thoughts on
why you can't face life with me around - that my
ideas drive you to distraction - without imbibing
you would not be able to stand this - then you
ask what's wrong with your brand of bland
romance, I reply your excellent character

Deserves my accolades, your dealing with our
son wasting your cash earns my respect, when
your soul problems are solved, one of a myriad
probabilities which may befall one of our many
alternate selves - you might appreciate how
your faithful old mate always praised your
best qualities - isn't that grand?