Grumpy Guts

My relationship with my husband concerning my writing.

Why does he act so grumpy

when I do the things I like?

Why does he think he owns me

and try to rule my life?


Does he think that I'm a baby

who can't do things for myself?

Does he think I should do nothing

just be left upon the shelf?


I may not be any good

at writing poetry

But at least I've got the guts to try

and that's what pleases me


He's not very good at reading

and he can barely write

He's probably just jealous

so he tries to start a fight


I don't rise to the bait though

I just pick up my pen

Then I totally ignore him

and start writing once again.

The End

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