When I hear my wife yell and scream
I pray that it is only a dream
and hope that she will be appeased by a scoop of ice cream
but as I sense the throes of reality
I conjour up pleasant thoughts to maintain my sanity
and with those thoughts racing in my head
I quietly lay down in my bed
and hope that the journey is deep
as I finally drift off to sleep.
I hear, women who yell and scream- are called Harpies
not most serene and a scoop of ice cream will not sooth
their feathers.
Neither a new Mink coat, or French Perfume
will calm this old screech-er down
maybe a Gargoyle would make her sing
the thing is concrete and totally deaf
so he ain’t going to hear a thing she utters.