No Harm Done [r] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Luckily I married a mighty spirit who explodes
when crossed or frustrated, luckily he's just like
my dad from whom I fled as his explosions were
loud and odious, luckily I can't retaliate when the
Boss flares up, and do you know what -

The most wonderful thing is I fell asleep when the
Lord & Master of the Crocodile Castle pointed his
mighty finger at me in wild fireworks, gritted teeth,
demanding to know what I'd done to the car -
nostrils flaring and lightning leaping from

Flaming eyes; this drama centred my spirit in the
eye of the storm as I was shocked not knowing
anything was amiss, then fell asleep & slept the
night through - a great sleeping draught - I really
should partake of it more, I happily thought -

And when the Lord and Master of the Crocodile
Castle's sleep-inducement was gone, no harm
done, I'm glad to report…