The Six Year Scratch (Prelude To The Seven Year Itch) - Poem by bob barci
Hey! Look at you!
You got a great big dog,
you got a tiny little cat,
you got a kid.
Don't you need a steady sitter?
Here I am
waiting for that phone to ring.
Don't you want to go out tonight?
Take the hubby and leave the kid with me.
Have a night on the town.
Do some dancin'.
Work up an appetite for dinner.
Maybe, even, take in a movie.
Six years ago you left me with a silent telephone.
Ain't you tired of those four walls?
Leave me with the kid
and take a walk in the sunshine.
Take a flight with a springtime breeze.
the six year scratch is here.
Hurry up and use some lotion
before the seven year itch comes along
and drives you crazy.
What's it gonna be?
Gonna take a break,
or scratch for another six years?
Maybe then, there'll be another kid or two.
Maybe I'll have a couple of my own.
Who'll sit for you then?
Do something quick before the scratch turns into an itch.
dedicated to Joyce and John Finnegan
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