Tension

(Rhyming for so)

One day to go, meanwhile I pat my cat;
Sun hot as hell is driving me insane;
This waiting is making me really fat;
Chris, are you coming on that Boeing plane?
I shall welcome him with an airport hug;
High from the sky he comes before the spring;
While I hope for hugs, I don't want a shrug;
Smile and dance I will, when 'Merry Men' sing.
Could musing be causing my head to spin?
Should I kiss his tangled hair in the breeze?
Will I see smiles and no frowns near his chin?
Still I think, I could get thrills from his tease.

What if this outcome is some puppet show?
But could fear of cold feet cause corns to grow?
For laughing out loud that is too silly;
Or shall I say to you sorry Billie;
That should be human's universal creed;
Fact of the matter, too much outright greed;
Ignoring the facts of global warming;
Drilling and spilling with wee reforming.
Tension feeds itself on apprehension;
Comprehension is not condescension;
Too much of the latter comes with chatter;
Glue the seeds of love, on every platter.

©Paterika Hengreaves
October 2009/Husbands Terrace, Barbados