life with you
has been
like
a nightmare.
Thanks for everything
like peeing
on the
kitchen table
tonight.
Oh, I sent you up (to bed)
but
you had to
use the toilet.
"I need a-wiping" to which
I return by
bounding up
for
only to meet the
Oasis
on the
bathroom floor
which you
so kindly watered
with the
hand shower.
Thanks for that.
I'm sure
the floor
was refreshed.
Next time
I won't
have to scrub
as hard when I
clean.
You creep
downstairs
And in your crazy
chipmunk voice
declare
your love.
To which I
answer
not as sweetly
as you,
"Get to bed, NOW."
