Frying Pan

[mdwhite]

I am lying on the floor dizzy, and really can’t tell you why;
I see stars in front of me but they are not up in the sky;
I was having a great day, talking to my wife;
We was talking about our love and our great life;

She ask me about my health, she ask me about my work
She ask me about my sister, and my brother-in-law the jerk.
She ask me about my father, she ask me about my mother.
She ask me about my Aunt, she ask me about my brother;
She ask me to mow the lawn, she ask me to take out the trash;
She ask me to look at her arm, because she has some rash;
She ask me about her hair, she ask me about her shoe;
She ask me if her pants made her look fat, and I said, Yes you bet they do.

So I am lying on the floor wondering who I am;
Next to me on the floor is a Frying Pan

Martin D. White
Author
Living The Simple Life
Simple Life Poetry

[Dark Muse]

I thought ths name of this poem looked famillar. I know you from over at The Poetry Forum. I use the name Silver Wind over there. Funny seeing you here.