Promises and Lies
I send a card with animals–a mare
And foal, a badger, and a fox and fawn–
Facetiously upbraiding you. “Unfair!”
I claim. It seems that you were sick and wan,
Had promised you’d “bounce back” by Monday last,
But later learned that you had lied.
My postcard then insists the time is past
For smiling pleasantries that you had tried
To use to stop my worrying about
Your health. No bouncing like a fawn or foal
Is on the cards and thus my joshing pout.
(It’s clear my love had gone out of control.)
I finished off my chiding billet-doux,
“We have to work on promises from you.”