”This could be the time,” she thought, “to break out the belt!” Nothing serious, mind you. (“Just a few well placed welts!”) ”Or perhaps with vine-ripened tomatoes, this idiot, to pelt!”
Or over his head, that sherbet to melt!
But she thought better. (Didn’t want tensions to brew). She wondered if he was even aware. (Not sure if he knew) Wasn’t there always a pair in the relationship? (Always two?) Situation now dictated she question, if that’s still true!
Was he always going to be ‘on the ball’? To play this game…like a girl plays with a doll? Would he listen to her concerns? Heed her call? To forsake this game for her? Forsake it all?
”Not likely,” she thought. As at the screen he pants. Could she break his concentration? Forced to admit, “I can’t.”
It’s pointless to argue. Pointless to rant
Silently going about his business, like a dutiful ant.