Because Mother raised a gentleman,
I try not to laugh at you sitting there
in a puddle of chocolate milk--
Only minutes ago, I saw your same
wide-eyed, gaped-mouth expression
(pain or bewilderment?)
gracing a trout in the seafood case.
Like any gallant knight,
I swallow my smile
(I will not laugh)
and hold out my hand to rescue you.
But you, demure damsel, will have none of that.
My only warning is a blink, as you grasp my hand,
then give a fierce jerk, and reel me in
to land with a wet thump at your side.
I bite my tongue,
But I will not cry--
because Father raised a real man.
16 hours ago