Wedensday November 10 (Poetry Challenge Day 37)
Let’s play a game…
When I ask you a question,
you answer, “fuck no.”
Q. Baby, would you get out of bed
and fetch me a glass of water?
A. “Fuck no.”
Q. Baby, would you get out of bed
and go cover the lawn chairs?
A. “Fuck no.”
Q. Baby, would you get out of bed
and turn off the light?
A. “Fuck no.”
OK. I’ll do it…
Click.
I just installed a WiFi light switch. Coolest thing ever. I don’t have to get out of bed any more to turn off the light… and neither does anyone else… No part of this poem should be construed as a suggestion that anyone in particular would be unwilling to do a simple thing for me like turn out the light… (Covering lawn chairs could be a different matter, but probably isn’t.)