A Knowing Kind of Love

     "Frank!
   Get over here,
     quick,
  Its starting again!"
     Old Martha Barnes stated,

"What!
     Martha I can't hear you,
   when you talk,
      from the other room."
          Old Frank Barnes complained,

       Martha,
  hobbled through,
      the screen door,
        through the kitchen
   and into the living room,

         She noticed,
     the tvs blaring,
        as loud as can be,
  Frank Barns sat,
                Unknowingly, 
     
   She snuck up behind,
 her unsuspecting husband,
         and jumped in front,
     Yelling "i love you",

       "God damn it,
 Martha,
        You scared me half to death."
      Frank stated exasperated,
           Clutching his chest.

    Reaching for the remote,
 Martha turned the TV down,
       To a respectable level,

      "The neighbors are at it again"
        Martha Smiled,
            "The chitting and the chatting?"
                   Franks repression changed

"Oh no they're already yappin."
                           Martha left to the kitchen
            with frank close behind,
      pouring two fresh glasses,
          of lemonade.

   They sat down on the porch swing,
           With voices growing louder,
        Across the way,

                 "Let the squawking commence"
            Frank cheers-ed his wife,
                  a lifetime of memories
       is about commence,
           

       "You never listen to me do you!"
            A women's voice shouted
                 "NO, NO, DON'T PUT THIS ON ME"
           I TOLD YOU I WASN'T GOING
                        LAST MONTH"
                    A mans voice replied with the same intent,

           "Your not going galavanting,
                     with your friends again,
                  When you promised to come with me,"
              The woman stated,

           Old frank barns had 4,
                   fingers up,
             galavanting,
                      what a word,

          The curses came next,
                 and Martha counted,
            Those nasty words,
                    sequentially played,

           Old frank barn,
                 finished his lemonade,
            and placed it on the ground,
                grabbing his wife's hand.

           They danced to,
               the music,
                    of a tune they long forgot,
             and kissed her gently,

                  when the music finally stopped.