You are now Forgiven, My Dear #Poemup

Penelope Jones

You said the papers were to be on your desk first thing

Except the phone gave a ring a ding-ding

My sister wanted to gossip about her ex-husband’s wife

I listened to her drone on about her horrible life

I didn’t hear you come in the back door

My hair was yanked, and my knees found the floor

My body’s hot with need for you to forgive

You playfully say you’ve decided to let me live

You teach me a lesson I’ll always remember

My ass is as red as the hottest ember

Your words whisper across the shell of my ear

“You are now forgiven, my dear.”

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