What is it she doesn’t understand?

Why does she question my every command?

The universal law of man gives me the right 

To make decisions without fear of a fight?

I’m bigger, I’m stronger, and I rule the roost

I’m the one who decides who gets seduced

Yet time after time she gives me that look

And I end up looking like an insipid schnook

No threats. No violence. Just casual glances

That indicates the rejection of any romantic advances

But what do I care; I can take it or leave it?

She can’t intimidate me I can take a hit

So I stand my ground and thumb my nose

My true feelings are the last thing I will disclose

So now that I’ve got her just where I want her

I play my trump card in the manly terms I prefer

 She responds with a smile, sheer putty in my hands

She glides gently toward me, completely silent, no demands

Whispers softly in my ear “I don’t want to appear a grouch”

“But I think that tonight you might be more comfortable on the couch”.

I’m In Charge Here, Aren’t I?

Epilogue

I rise early the next morn with a crick in my back

The couch providing motivation for a more persuasive attack

As she slumbers peacefully in my king size bed

With dreams of her victory still filling her head

I creep toward the bedroom only to confront her dog Bess

  Who greets me with a snarl only adding to my distress

I attempt to sidestep the mangy mutt but it’s to no avail

The snarling beast is relentless and once again I must fail

I retreat to the couch feeling helpless in my own home

‘How can a King rule if he is denied his own throne?”

I hear rustling from the bedroom so I prepare my next move

The kitchen is now my turf and I have something to prove

I take up a position and strike a formidable pose

She saunters in her demeanor completely composed

With a smile on her lips making me feel a bit queasy

She says “since your fixing breakfast I’ll have two eggs over easy”   

©Copyright Charlie Gragg, October 13, 2010