He said:
'I'm only a man.
Can't multi-task.
Don't ask
me questions
as I'm breathing in.
I have to concentrate.
Please wait
until I breathe out.'
I said:
'OK.
So what do you want for dinner?
I'm doing a bit of hoovering and dusting,
adjusting the muck (I need a fork lift truck!) ,
while peeling the spuds.
Take your time answering,
dear man,
I don't expect a flash-in-the-pan reply.
I know you try
hard.
After all, you're only a man....
Francesca Johnson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-ask-me-questions-when-i-m-breathing-in/
