Sonnets from Suburbia: Coach Row 32
LADY P speaks her opinion loud and clear in “Coach Row 32”. Methinks I might agree with her at times especially about the sleeping clod. What say you, Tomatoes?
Coach Row 32
That woman won’t stop sneezing, oh my God.
She is allergic to her kids, I swear.
Why doesn’t she awake the sleeping clod
who is their dad, he snores without a care.
He’s managed to sit two whole rows ahead,
and not by accident, I’ll make a bet.
The snot, the poop, he’ll have a beer instead
of dealing with the diaper wearing set.
And me, I’m sitting right across the aisle,
annoyed as hell although this now reminds
me of my former tots, and so I smile
despite myself, as memory rewinds.
At my wits end I really want to shout
As itsy bitsies crawl the Goddamn spout.
