She said, “talk to the hand! ”
I prefer that than see her sad
But even as I talk to her hand
She looks at me and doesn’t seem glad
But why then should I talk at all
I prefer to go out and enjoy the fall
While she sees her foot ball
For 1 and half hour with out a goal
Later on exclaiming “what a game! ”
Looks at me to find faults and to blame
Me with out faults
My time to watch bouts
No one to shout at and not her game
What a shame!
June 12,2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem