A poem a day keeps the cobwebs off my keyboard.
|Marriage is compromise, there’s no doubt -
Though you may try to sit on the fence,
Even if your husband should scream and sprout,
Making very little cents.
At times like this, who can blame you?
You are obviously Miss Understood.
Considering all that you’ve been threw,
It’s understandable that you wood.
When your mate won’t agree to civil talk,
The silence irks and you can’t stand it,
Should you hit him in the head with a rock,
He deserves it, he took you for granite.
Prompt: TUPO TYPO
*not all typos are a result of errant fingers on a keyboard, these days a large number of typos are made by speech-to-text apps.