Lady Penelope’s “Sonnets from Suburbia”
To see…or not to see…a therapist. Should Lady Penelope continue therapy? Aye, that is the question…her ladyship is pondering, Tomatoes.
Therapy for Lady Penelope?
I have run out of things to tell my shrink.
The issues with my dad have been resolved.
My mom no longer drives me to the brink.
There’s some slim chance my problems have been solved.
I dutifully ignore the ev’ning news
And do not fret it weather’s wet or hot.
I tolerate my friends’ opposing views.
If you think this is happiness, it’s not.
In unrelenting peace seems there’s no joy.
My baser nature urges me to war.
I need to keep the shrink in my employ
Or do I? P’rhaps must figure out what for?
Before I could decide to let him go
I heard the bastard moved to Idaho!
