Caves

It was a cold morning for Mars
and he couldn't get through to Venus
who was in the kitchen
loading the dishwasher.

He'd retreated into his cave,
put her in an appropriate box
and was chewing over the
football results of yesterday.

East Ham nil, Redbridge 1
Chelsea 2, Watford 1
She came in, just then
to collect empty mugs.

Just walked into his cave
while he was taking time out.
No by your leave or
manners.

As she bent down
he clocked her bottom,
checked it out thoroughly
and had second thoughts.

Perhaps sulking was just too,
extreme
for the crime of
shrinking his boxer shorts.

poem by Ruth Walters
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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