For whatever it was that sent you into a sulk,
I wish I knew what it was,
so that I could make amends.
Was it the nut in the cake
that broke your tooth?
If it was, I’m sorry.
Was it your best chisel
I blunted on metal,
trying to open a tin?
Was it the hole in your sock
that I didn’t repair?
I thought they weren’t worth the effort,
but if they were a favourite pair,
then I’m sorry.
Was it the dent in the door of the car?
I explained about the car park
and the stupid man who opened his door
at the wrong moment. But perhaps
you didn’t believe me.
if you’re going to keep this up all day
and never tell me what I’ve done,
I’m not sorry at all.
I’m away to Mum’s until you’ve calmed down
and said you’re sorry.
http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2012-april-pad-challenge-day-3 an apology poem – or an anti-apology! Also posted at http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/