”I’ll keep it short and sweet”, she says
She’s not one for melodrama
She likes humorous and irreverent people
She would have me
play the muse or clarinet and flutes
Which I seldom do
I comply with compromise
Instead of taunting my replies I’ll cry
Again I’m tongue in cheek, but not tied
“Are you home, supping on my bones? ”
Your good bones?
My flower girl softly sighs,
“Yes, Ophelia those bones,
“With a side of
Marrow and a few souls? ”
Oh, who goes there, who goes?
Of my friends and foes
and morbid woes ?
That’s not part of the repose!
The silence grows
“Are you one of those? Ophelia?