This Mood Is Yours Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

All you want to do is sit, mumble and fight.
Like that should be a part of our daily appetite!
But you can
Crumble with it.
I'm not gon'
Baby sit it!

You believe your actions are foreplay to making love.
Since that's the way it was when we were cooing like some doves!
But you can
Crumble with it.
I'm not gon'
Baby sit it!

Catching butterflies and watching busy bees on flowers was our 'thing! '
Time has passed us by and now you want to justify my lack of taste...
For these scenes you're making!

All you want to do is sit, mumble and fight.
Like that should be a part of our daily appetite!
But you can
Crumble with it.
I'm not gon'
Baby sit it!

You believe your actions are foreplay to making love.
Since that's the way it was when we were cooing like some doves!
But you can
Crumble with it.
I'm not gon'
Baby sit it!

Will you please pass the bacon!
My toast is too cool for the jam.
Do you mind nukin' my scramble eggs?
And when you're done with pouting...
Pull the cord on the ceiling fan!

Your heat ain't stoppin'

I know you're trying to crank me up to see me crunchy too!
But what you do has lost its cuteness and its hoochie coo...
And taste for homemade liquor!

'When the moon would shine and flicker!
And both of us got 'lit' up quicker.'

But those days then...
Don't make these wasted quarrels today right to fight!
Please pass the pepper with the butter knife.

You believe your actions are foreplay to making love.
Since that's the way it was when we were cooing like some doves!
But you can
Crumble with it.
I'm not gon'
Baby sit it!

You can
Just forget it!
I'm not gon'
Trouble with it!
This mood is yours not mine,
To visit!