Robin Amy Bass
SATURDAY MORNING CARTOON
On my bathroom wall, I have changed the style.
When they wash their hands, people always smile
Staring back at them, it looks so absurd
There’s not only Taz, there is Tweety Bird
On my bedroom wall, I have chosen flowers
When I lie awake, counting off the hours
I look up and see tiny little leaves
Leaving me the room for my dreams to weave
There is this and that in my living room
It’s not what you think, please do not assume
That it’s hit or miss, ‘cause it’s just not so
If it doesn’t fit, it just has to go.
I still have the sofa; I’ve had it for years
When you didn’t call, I broke down in tears
Then I threw a dish; and I cursed your name
Even till this day, things are not the same
It has been awhile, since you came to tea
I have thought to ask, but I let it be
Sometimes I wake up, and I think to call
When I start to dial, my voice sounds so small
So I tell myself, maybe he’s asleep
And I should hang up – this had better keep
‘Till the afternoon when the sun is bright
I repeat this scene, until it’s late at night.
If I called you up, would you come to brunch?
I could microwave such a tasty lunch
On my kitchen walls rooster strut and crow
Rows and rows of cock! How was I to know?
Did she just say cock? I’m afraid it’s true
I would like to taste what belongs to you.
Honey, I meant cook! Can you teach me how?
It is growing late, you should know by now
I still watch TV – programs from my youth
When I lose my cool, I can be uncouth.
Still I hope that you come and visit soon
Sit right next to me and we can watch cartoons
©Copyright February 19, 2005 by Robin Amy Bass