The Things That Bug Me About You!
My goodness, how rude can one get?
I haven’t even finished speaking yet.
Your uncaring interruption,
has ruined my thought construction.
Now I have to put my thoughts on the shelf.
Couldn’t you see I was talking to myself ?!
And when I ask you to look for my keys,
don’t make me beg on my knees.
I hate it when you laugh to beat the band,
just because you see them in my hand!
And last week when I asked you to find my phone,
Your unkind remark cut me to the bone.
You said, “You are losing your mind I fear.
What’s that thing on your ear?”
It just isn’t nice, no matter how true it rings,
accusing me of always losing things!
I just hate that quirk about you!!
Hey...you seen my other shoe?
Robert A. Dufresne was born in Vermont and raised on a dairy farm. After four years in the Navy and trying his hand at a couple of trades, he settled in as a self employed remodeling carpenter for 31 years. He and his wife moved to Florida in 1998, where he continued his career. He began writing poetry in 2009 .