Wash That Man Out Poem by Robin Bennett

I find it a tad ironic
that spouse
rhymes so
well with
louse.

Always trying to
get into my head.
Oh how you
bug me
that way.

Seems I have
spent years
trying to
wash one man
or another right
out of my
hair.

Yet you all
manage to
cling steadfast
to each strand
of hope.

No matter the
condition or
noxious spray
I use, our
problems
just multiply.

I could easily
scratch my
eyes out,
for letting
you get
under my
skin.