Tempers Flair
She’s got bright red hair,
A taunt mouth and icy stare,
Better not cross her
I wouldn’t dare.

He comes home,
Skunk drunk to the bone,
Stumbling across the loose stone,
Singing way off tone,
But alone.

At the door,
Met there once more,
So loose he can’t even pour,
Falls down as before,
Close the door.