Sonnets: Husbands
Oh… the memories…some good, some not so good. Lady Penelope doth recall several marital liasons with wit and an inspired dose of wisdom in this week’s entertaining “Sonnet from Suburbia.”
“Husbands”
O’ was it husband one or two or three
who taught me properly to cook a fish
while pointing out the dimple in my knee
and promised he’d fulfill my every wish?
Or was it husband three or two or one
who loved chorizos in his scrambled eggs?
One loved to dwell in pure oblivion
just thinking of the space between my legs.
O’ was it husband one or three or two
who hurled a cup and saucer at my head
as curses, screaming ranting all round flew?
yes, certainly I wished that he were dead.
From dreams I have awakened and I see
my sole salvation was in number three.
