Because the other day from my comfortable bedroom
we saw a quartet of vicious alligators in the swamp
devouring a couple of bags of Lays --
(they looked squarely at us with their beady black eyes
long enough to convince us not to mess with them
and then they continued devouring their Lays) --
and because earlier that day
when I went to store to get food for the party
to satisfy my love since she wanted to impress her friends,
I rode into town to get the materials needed,
but I blundered so -- I forgot the damned list
(like the King forgot to address his people,
and then says it was their fault)
but I still bought what was required
and the food was what was needed, I suppose,
(since I never know what she needs
Me or someone else),
and when I got back I saw the patio door open,
I set the food on the table,
heard a noise
and headed towards it to see
my love sitting on my chair
and so I sat down next to her
and leaned in--
our faces meshing like the sides of velcro.
