"Who  would  fold  the sheets?"
Reluctantly, I ask myself,
		with every rude peep of the sun,
And do it with trembling hands, down cast eyes
		and a severe heart burn.

"Bloody men are bloody buses" Wendy would whisper
Maliciously reminding that I boarded the wrong one
The sheets now seem like an ocean...So how could I
						fold one?!

"Men suffer in love as we do" lied Lisa
I believed, "Oh God! What did I do?"
The sheets now seem like mountains...heavy and
						too cold.
Crying, I realize now that, alone I must fold