ENRAGED TENANT DROWNS PARTIERS IN FISH TANK
by Treehouse Editors
a brief encounter by Jean Glaub
Christina was the Trojan Horse of roommates.
May she rot in hell. It all went wrong
the Saturday she made me apple pancakes,
and now my favorite betta fish are gone.
I’d put an ad on Craigslist and presumed
my rent would halve and both of us would win.
I let my guard down, lulled by breakfast food,
while Chrissy let the Grecian army in.
They partied in the living room, then crashed
in random drunken heaps like sleeping tramps.
The beer cans vexed me, and the rampant trash,
experiments with cooking, broken lamps…
What really set me off, though, was the dish
they made by frying all my betta fish.
Love it!! The meter is perfect, yet the words you use to rhyme are unexpected. That’s what makes the best poetry for me… when I’m not expecting (and actually _guessing_) what comes next.
This is quirky and fun and the twist at the end was cute. Excellent job!