I wrote an e-mail; it was how I reacted.
I was about to hit Send, but a text got me distracted.
The content came to me fast, as my anger slowly rose.
I just kept on typing, with the sharp words that I chose.
I detailed my complaint, didn’t leave anything out.
It got very detailed; put in everything I could think about.
I wanted it to be clear, I wanted it to be concise.
But one thing I didn’t try, that was to be nice.
I would have sent it, if it wasn’t for my phone.
But I like to get notifications, especially if I’m alone.
And so after the delay, my draft e-mail I re-read.
And then it struck me – I should just call him instead!
J.M. Allen is a 50 year-old living in Rochester, Minnesota who started writing a bunch of rhyming poems (the best kind?). He has three kids, who are approximate teenagers that give him much poetry inspiration!