Argument Over a Home Birth
A Poem About a (Half-witted) Husband and a (Kickass) Wife
Published in
Feb 15, 2023
I can’t possibly have a baby
on a carpet like this.
I’d say, “What happened to the sofa?”
And you’d say, “It’s in storage.”
Of course you’d leave me then, and I’d climb into my car.
I’d smile and say,
“There’s no need to get upset.”
And you’d think, If she just smiled more often,
we might be able to work this out.
And then I’d look up at the sky
and I’d think, It’s not the end of the world.
And you’d think, I knew she was too good for me.
American Writer
Thanks for reading! Here’s another fun poem:
