She's Mad Poem by Randy McClave

She was mad at me because I came home late
She was mad at me when I forgot our date,
And she stayed mad at me the whole day long
She was mad at me for me doing her wrong.
She was mad at me because I didn't call her
And she was mad at me because I made a slur,
She was mad at me because I never opened her door
Now she is now mad at me because I snore.
She was mad at me because at another woman I did smile
She was mad at me because of my disrespect and guile,
And she was mad at me because I didn't noticed her hair
Because, with the stylist she was 4 hours there.
She was mad at me because of a dream she had
She was mad at me because in her dream I was a cad,
And when she woke up in the morning
At me she was mad and she was fuming and storming.
She was mad at me because how I drive my car
She was mad at me because I went to a bar,
And she got mad at me because I pushed the cat
And she was mad at me for calling it lazy and fat.
She was mad at me because how I washed our clothes
She was mad at me for watching to many t.v shows,
And she is mad at me because I am carefree
And now she is just mad at me.
She is mad at me from something ten years ago
She is mad at me for something I don't care about or know,
So, I went out and bought new fishing tackle and went fishing today
I figured out who cares, she's mad at me anyway.

Randy L. McClave