Now I want to talk, and need to say, a few strong words to you, <br />But I will tell you right away, that there's one thing you won't do, <br />You won't start to walk away from me, before you've heard me out, <br />I'll try and keep my voice real calm, and not begin to shout. <br /> <br />You've driven me mad with all the ways, you disappear, which brings <br />Me to the boil, when you're always off to one of your mad flings, <br />It isn't fair when I need to speak, and you are never here, <br />It really is no fun not knowing, when you will reappear. <br /> <br />So just sit down and listen, to what I have to say, <br />It will only take a minute, and certainly not all day, <br />I have to get this off my chest, or else I will explode, <br />And I don't want to hear you 'giggle', or come up with another load <br /> <br />Of excuses, why you can't sit down and give me your attention, <br /> I know that escaping from me, is always your intention, <br />But now I'm going to tell you, this is now my chance, Okay, <br />Oh, No! After all that I've forgotten, what I was going to say!<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-talk/
