Poetry Thursday

 

Two Spoiled Cats have provided me with a new picture to inspire us for Poetry Thursday

“You have to stop and smell the roses,”

Steve said then shoved the flowers where Ethel’s nose is

She sneezed and dropped two bags which on her leg bruised her

She stopped and asked herself how she ended up with this loser

They both had been wild, young, and free

Living in a house they constructed in a tree

She promised that with him they would live off the grid

Now she knew that was the dumbest thing she had ever did.

 

For years she had caught their food by hand and in traps

And when there was none she did the best she could do with scraps.

In the summer they baked and in the winter they froze

And how they would get through the next one heaven knows

 

“Isn’t this better than living in a house,” Steve said

“Sleeping under covers in a big warm bed.

Always having to work for the man

Being slaves to your 401K plan.”

Right then she knew she couldn’t take it anymore

She wanted a house with a locked door

She told Steve it was over 

She dropped her bags and escaped through a field of clover

It took two years for Ethel to recover

She found a new job, a new house, and a new lover

One morning for work she was about to leave

She saw, mowing his lawn was Steve

She triumphantly walked to him and said she knew he couldn't take it.

He was nothing but a hypocrite

He laughed and asked if she wanted the truth?

He had spent years sleeping under this roof

Steve said “every night when you fell asleep outside 

I came her to sleep with my bride

And snuck back before you awoke

Frankly, I found the whole live off the grid thing to be a joke.

Ethel realized she had been paid for a fool

And remembered before she left what her mom called the Golden Rule

Never follow a man into the wood

Because inside or out they are no good