balding angrily

I’m doing a poetry competition over at m’boards, and I thought I’d give this ol’ poetry thing a try. I overheard a conversation of a co-worker in which he was warning his wife to be careful because he accidently dropped a bottle of mayonnaise on the kitchen floor. I made the story more specific to J & I. Hope you like it.

Dear be careful, watch your step
Accidental husband’s schlep
Steak sauce flew through glassy split
Bottle slipped with muscle fit

Best I could with broom and pan
Removed the sticky harm to hand
Shards remain, threats in wait
To cut and bleed and marinate

Keep sheathed and safe your feet beloved
Retreat to bath and Cucey Dove
Sigh and wait for knighted me
Folding in to sigh with thee

With lights and books turned off and closed
I’ll tuck your chest like football thrown
Ask will cat with back-like bow
“What’s your high? What’s your low?”