The Argument…

The argument described below is a work of fiction. No way I would dare speak to my wife in this way. Also, I don’t mind quiche.

You have ruined my life....

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That old chestnut.

We were only talking about food,

what to have for tea.

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I wanted sausages,

it had been quite a day.

You wanted quiche,

just to annoy me, no doubt.

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Maybe I should have left it,

let you have your way.

Instead, I dug in,

ready for the battle ahead.

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You’re so selfish,

think only of yourself.

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She’s right, of course,

but I fucking hate quiche.

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I called her a bitch,

she rhymed the word anchor.

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We turned the air blue,

sent steam through our ears.

Our kids got upset,

the damage we do.

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You have ruined my life....

so often the last words.

She usually regrets them,

until the next time.

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I hid in the shed,

planning murder most vile.

My phone beeped loudly,

a message from her.

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“Your tea is on the table”.

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Words of contrition?

that’s what I thought.

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So I headed for my spoils,

a victory hard won.

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I glanced at my plate,

sausages with sorrow?

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Nope.

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Fucking quiche.... 😞

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Please buy me some sausages 😉