The Yellow Sofa
Tommy, where is my yellow scarf?
Over there, behind the sofa
We're getting takeout from Arby's tonight.
That's nice; I just love enchiladas
Tommy, when are we going to Peoria?
Because my Uncle Phil has influenza
I think Aunt Josephine calls it "the grippe"
Or does she call it "la post-nasal drip?"
Tommy, do you still have your love beads?
You know, as a matter of fact, I do
Why do you keep them after all these years?
They sort of clash with your red suspenders.
Tommy, have you let Scruffy out this morning?
I think he just "made" behind the sofa
Whose turn is it to clean up, My Darling?
Oh crap - my yellow scarf is ruined!
| Contributors: | Karin, F, Anon., Kansas Sam. |
| Poem finished: | 26th July 2003. |