Friday, March 04, 2005

Dinner Dilemma

“What about dinner” I ask
And you stare at me blank
Look through me
As if I’m made of glass

So I wait an hour
And repeat the question, Luck
Has it, you give me a look
To say “don’t give a duck”

Yet late at night
When hunger begins to gnaw and tug
I wake, to make you instant noodles
Not grandly gloating, but smug

As I measure out water for the pan,
I realize at the end of the day
I won the battle but lost the war
And you still have it your way.

7 Comments:

Blogger Boomsa said...

Snwiff. Tis very pretty. Loves.

10:56 AM  
Blogger retarius said...

i think we have all felt that way, one time or another. we just never said it so well....

6:48 PM  
Blogger 100hands said...

:(

4:23 PM  
Blogger Roger Stevens said...

You could try - Fix me dinner for once you big bag of baloney!

Not so poetic... but could be effective. Although...

Fix me dinner you big bag of baloney!
Fix me a sandwich you barrel of lard!
Fix me a coffee you sack of potatoes
Fix me a burger - it really ain't hard.

4:27 PM  
Blogger Naaz said...

happy birthday ostrich :)

10:11 PM  
Blogger Naaz said...

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10:11 PM  
Blogger Roger Stevens said...

Is it your birthday?

Happy birthday!

11:12 PM  

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