Roy Ernest Ballard

Throwing Crockery - Poem by Roy Ernest Ballard

My daughter has just thrown a plate
at her mate.
So! The old custom survives
among wives.
Her maternal grandad, now late,
hurled a plate
at her gran
and my dad, also dead,
ducked his head
for his life just as much
from his wife
as the hun (of '41) .
In a stew
I once threw, being studious
and moody-ous:
Acta Crystallographica,1987, part 2
at my wife
who is perfect but never gives up
and annoyed with me once became
so untame
as to hit me with tea
in a cup.
When all's said:
marriage is made in bed.
It's unstable
at table.

Topic(s) of this poem: funny, love and life, marriage

Comments about Throwing Crockery by Roy Ernest Ballard

  • Spock The Vegan (1/12/2016 3:59:00 PM)

    Funny poem (in part) . So it looks like it runs in the family. TFS (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 12, 2016

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