Her Bum

‘Does my bum look big in this? ’ She glared. I gulped and stared upon the floor. I must escape; the bedroom door Was open. ‘Run! ’ my senses cried. But I was numb – nerves were fried! ‘Well? ’ She scowled. I sought a subterfuge. ‘It’s absolutely huge! ’ I thought – But how to tell her that–? A short And blighted life she’d wreak on me. And so to Wife, on bended knee I prayed ‘Oh please release me from this hell! ’ She gave a yell: ‘So is it big? ’ I looked again – a mammoth rig Was hanging down – but how to say? An honest man would surely pay! I stuttered ‘Err... well, yes it’s nice.’ Her voice was ice: ‘But in this? ’ I tried diversion with a kiss. ‘I love you’ also burbled out – but I was heading for a rout. I drew a breath. ‘Be a man! ’ I growled Inside this howling, quaking head. ‘Well actually love, ’ and now I’m dead, ‘It’s colossal – a real whopper... ’ The bedroom shook; I couldn’t stop her. I daren’t publish anymore… Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010 woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman woman