Honey, Keep Calm And Carry On
We fight at dawn and we fight at dusk,
by Marcel Aouizerate
We relish the struggle.
Often we sulk and we fight in our sleep,
My wife and I don’t even agree on the antagonistic
Nature of our incandescent relationship:
She is of the wandering type and sometimes
Does not even finish her thoughts.
I am a fighter but I am also a loser: my wife wins
Most of the time, most of the loot.
And if I forget what's what, she reminds me of it
That I lost and flee, empty handed.
It does not matter much as I get back on my feet,
She knows I'll be the first to run in our burning house,
Passing by firemen I’ll have called on the lightened
Match - which flame vacillated in my cupped hand -
And we’ll keep on fighting until there’s no
Black and white referee left in our empty street.