If Life Is... Poem by Leaking Pen

If life is a bowl of cherries
What am I doing in the pits?
If life is a bed of roses
Why poison from my lips?

If life is a fairy tale from the Arabian nights
Why am I not Scheherazade with my head on?
If life is King Henry the eighth mighty rights
Why am I the embodiment of Ann Bolyne?

If life is a honeymoon suite
Why is my mattress made from thorns?
If life is covered with silky sheets
Why do I have to face the devil's horns?

Erma Bombeck coined my poem's title phrase
Her humor stirs squarely at my face
Her morning columns fanning my blaze
Did I inspire her columns every case?

She wonders why I made my own bed?
Or is it fate tipping my scale red?

June 8,2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013
Rev Nov 14 2014