Issue To Address Poem by Ima Ryma

Hubby and I in a hotel
In our room had a bad fight.
At each other we both did yell
A lot of nasty words in spite.
Hubby is a dramatic kind
And threatened to from the window
Jump, I said I sure would not mind.
And then looked like Hubby would go,
So I called the desk to get aid.
'Personal issue, the clerk said,
'Make up between you should be made.'
But, another issue instead.

'The window won't open. We need'
'Hotel maintenance, yes indeed.'