Bert and I
made Rina wait
all by herself
at the gate
We took our time
shopping
playing round
and when we got back
she was furious
fuming.
Full of steam
turned into words
about our failures
My face showed remorse
but my heart
was laughing
laughing laughing
tickled at her suffering
still I showed a face
full of guilt
and said I was sorry
and all sorts of things
yet laughing
laughing at the foolish filly
waiting like a little girl
for her brother