Tantrum

The monster speaks
my humour reeks
outward bile leaks
somewhere it peaks
downward it streaks
apologise, I'm meek

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

Region, Country: Ireland, IRL

Very cute, Sueb! I know just what you mean. Temper gets there, words are said - and then, oh dear. like it very much. xxx

ah thanks so much Jenifer glad u like this little one hope your well all the best Sueb x

My interpretation as a divorcee was-

sh.tty husband speaks
Uncalled for vile word

But to keep the peace
I pretend it was unheard

Why do I always have to compromise?
When I am sometimes right

And act out all those lies?
SO I can snuggle up in the night.

poem in reply very nice but i wouldn't become a marriage counsellor lol x

Apparently marriage counselling doesnt work because they are never there when you need them.
Perhaps we need a "marriage line"
akin to "child line"

fills me with horror when u have yr own problems don't want to take on other sat the mo very happy with my lot x

Well I wont upset you in future or this type of poetry might end up on banners lol, Night Night.
Yours Ian.T

it just might ian all the best sueb x