Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Humor in Life

One of my favorite poems was written by William Carlos Williams, titled:

This Is Just To Say

I have eaten

the plums

that were in

the icebox

and which

you were probably


for breakfast

Forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold


The poem is simple, apologetic, and to the point, and that perhaps is what makes it so humorous. Don’t we all have moments like these?

I have had several similar moments. Though, I have written few down.

Here’s a story and poem I would like to share. The premise reminds me very much of “This is Just to Say.”

My husband cheats. When I first caught him, I laughed out loud! Though there was evidence, and I did not think he would dare deny, he did!! Repeatedly!

True story. It was late at night, and I was very tired, (I had probably been grading papers). I gave him a goodnight kiss, and proceeded into our bedroom. I changed into my pajamas, brushed my teeth , and washed my face, but then I realized I had forgotten to take out the steaks for the following night’s dinner, so I opened the door to the living room, where he was watching Law and Order, and low and behold there he was CHEATING!

“Michael,” I said smiling, “what are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he mumbles.

“Really?” I ask, “so, what are those dark spots on your beard?

“Nothing,” he sputters.

“Have you been eating Oreos?”

“Who me? Of course not,” he responds remorsefully.

I reach behind him and what do I see? A bag of Oreos half finished!

So, here’s the poem I wrote about Michael’s cheating ways.

Cookie Crumbs

I saw the crumbs

on your greying beard

And instantly knew

what you had done.

Oreos leave a trail you know?

Your shamefaced smile

admitted all

It said, “I’m guilty,

I thought you’d gone.”



Mike and I had promised we would not eat after dinner, so our tummies would not have to work overtime while we slept. I kept my promise; unfortunately, he finds it very difficult to do so. Recently, I heard him open up the fridge while I lay in bed and once again he was in the living room and when I heard the rustle of a bag opening, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was getting into the Chips Ahoy.
© Natala Orobello

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