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
