Two Poems by Michael Estabrook

May 20th, 2009 | By | Category: Poetry

“I love football, fuck you.”


“I love football, fuck you,” my wife barks

at me simply for making a humorous,

although disparaging, remark

about her silly Patriots Football Team.

Beginning to wonder if perhaps her focus,

allegiance, and obvious attraction

to these youthful macho hunks

is something I should be concerned about.

.

Way back in high school

I worried about the quarterback

stealing her away from me, and today

certainly I don’t want her pulling

a Demi Moore on me running off

with some young football player especially

at this stage in our married life.

Some things never change, nope,

some things never do change.

.

Red-laced Nightie


What does it mean

that she’s given

that sexy red-laced nightie

I bought her for Valentine’s Day

to our eleven year old daughter

to go trick or treating in?

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Michael Estabrook is still crazy in love with his wife Patti of over 30 years and loves doing the rumba with her which goes pretty much like this:

(At this point, Michael wrote a lengthy poem about dancing with his wife, which, I assure you, is quite vigorous. We’ll let you use your imagination there!)

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