The Gloop from the Gloppita Gloppita Machine

My wife was worried when I told her of

the plot line of my favorite movie.  How

it was about a murder.  Did I love

the plot because a wife was killed, and now

she had to worry, possibly, that I

would murder her or at the very least

I didn’t really love her.  Should she flee

from me before I proved myself a beast?

I couldn’t understand that she had thought

that I would even think of that at all.

I mean I know I’m dense, but still she ought

to know I’d never think of such a thing.

The movie about murdering a wife

is just a comedy.  It isn’t life.

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s