Somewhere That's Green

Post Apocalyptic Bohemia's front door

A matchbox of our own

A fence of real chain link,

A grill out on the patio

Disposal in the sink

A washer & a dryer & an ironing machine

In a tract house that we share

Somewhere that's green.

He rakes & trims the grass

He loves to mow & weed

I cook like Betty Crocker &

I look like Donna Reed

There's plastic on the furniture 

To keep it neat & clean

In the Pine-Sol scented air 

Somewhere that's green

Between our frozen dinner 

& our bedtime, 9:15

We snuggle watching Lucy 

On our big, enormous 12 inch screen

I'm his December Bride

He's Father, he Knows Best

Our kids watch Howdy Doody 

As the sun sets in the west

A picture out of

 Better Homes & Gardens magazine

Far from Skid Row

I dream we'll go

somewhere that's green.

Howard Ashman

1982