563 Dame Van Winkle’s side of the Tale July 11, 2015

I know that Irving has made me a shrew,
but there was, truly, nothing else I could do.
Oh! when we were young, back when we met,
he was carefree and funny, do all on a bet.
With a pint in his hand, his twinkling eyes,
we dared try all our loving desired.
But the roof started leaking, rain dripped on our bed.
I shook him, but the rascal could sleep like the dead.
So, slowly we slipped into awful habits.
I’d screech like a witch.
Rip ran like a rabbit.

It’s ten years since I’ve seen him.
Our son’s cut from his cloth,
but Rachel, our daughter, is Rip without sloth.
But, truth be told, I do miss him, of course.
And if, one day….

Oh! Damn!
There’s that tinker outside!
I’ll scare him and laugh when he scampers to hide.

And, someday, if ever, Rip returns from the dead,
I’ll…

Oh my!
Such a pain in my head…

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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