A housewife in Perth
writes poetry,
says her husband doesn't understand,
calls it sick.

Maybe he's like the detractor
who said of my writing
"Extreme" to copyright it,
no one would ever be tempted
to steal it.

Sleuthing his web site,
I learn
he's a good ol' boy,
likes women in bikinis who square dance
to down - home country tunes,
(...And who don't write poetry:
Those women think too much!)