Robin Amy Bass

NON-APOLOGY FOR COL

My day was filled with fun and mirth
I woke to find I’d moved the earth
As I descended from my bed
I felt the swelling of my head,

When I turned on my big flat screen
It’s seems that somewhere in between
The time I slept and time I rose
I’d won The Bronze for poems and prose

You’d think that I’d be overjoyed
But when I found, you were annoyed
by lines I wrote, it quelled the rush
Still Col, it will not make me hush

Awards are nice – I like the praise
My Mom still thinks it’s just a phase
Awards are grand, yet soon forgot
But you my friend – well you are not

You’ve more than once, served as my muse
And so I hope you won’t confuse
My words or ever misconstrue
The friendship I extend to you

And if per chance, I send a quip
That makes you want to crack the whip
Remember we all have those days
My poetry is not a phase

Just something that I love to do
Especially with the likes of you
‘The dead are gone! We’re here today!”
It’s not like I said, “Col, lets pray”

Now I may fall below the mark…
Sometimes I purr, sometimes you bark!
One phrase or two stuck in your craw.
A manicure cannot de-claw

The swipes I take, the things I miss…
from time to time, I tend to hiss
I do my best… and then I trip
Imagine that, I lose my grip

And should my standards drop a bit,
well they are mine, and tat for tit
is something that I just won’t do
especially with the likes of you

For you and I were meant to meet
And I will never press delete
Whatever standards in my head
I’d rather raise my skirt instead

And show a leg, and then my hand
To make sure that you understand
I know that I was way off base
Ambiguous, this fall from grace

So Col, you know I think you’re cute
In overalls or business suit
So here’s my non – apology
This my rhyme to you from me