SELECTIVE HEARING...by b. Malin
What's with you Guys once the stars leave your eyes...
Once you've hooked your mate, and closed that gate.
So you think you're all done?
You've got your "Prize"...you can Relax, be Yourself.
The one you "Hid" so well when you were on the hunt.
This guy we've yet to know, but sadly soon will.
This Poem is for you Bud...Learn from it.
How come when you Dated us, you couldn't do enough.
You hung on our Every Word with such INTEREST...
You bought Tickets to our Favorite Singing Group.
So that we wouldn't see the "Other Guy again".
And it worked, and we didn't...
We always Listen to you, even when we don't want to.
How we wish the opposite were true.
Now, some years later, as a Married Guy...
You have DEVELOPED SELECTIVE HEARING.
Right Ladies? No Explanation Needed here.
It DRIVES US NUTS, MAKES US CRAZY...
We Scream, We Shout..."Are you Listening"?
You say, "I can't hear you when I'm Driving...
When I'm watching TV...or putting something together"...
We say, "It's getting old"...
And you say, "What did you say? I can't hear you".
But let someone whisper, the ball score...
Or some ridiculous Guy Fact...
You HEAR it and can repeat it, VERBATIM!
Please don't bring us Flowers..
That worked the first TWENTY times.
They will not be accepted this time.
It's one too many times not to be heard.
Or all you'll be left with is your... SELECTIVE HEARING,
When we quietly walk out the door.
Do you think that you'll HEAR us then?