An Apology To Valerie Poem by David McLansky

An Apology To Valerie



Forgive me that I importune
While you correctly need to clean your room;
It’s more important to sweep the stairs
Then to waste your time on chaste “affairs.”
No one said to Juliet
Have you done the washing yet?
Perhaps the tale of Romeo
Would have evolved more temperate, and more slow
Had he to herd the goats and cows
And feed the chickens and slop the sows;
Forgive my exuberance, my élan
That it interferes with your daily plansl
Think of me as a mere trifle,
Annie Oakely, put down that rifle!
I will wait, a Priest with patience,
A Monk who smiles with reticence
Ever hopeful you will find the leisure
To answer me at your pleasure.

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