The Matron and The Man

A matron from Capital Kingdom
Sent a letter to tiny No-where
Seeking a person to love
In need of medical care

For I have been a nurse all my life
And to go on I need someone to fix
My late patient was stuck in a bottle
But now he has sunk with the ship

And two patients before him
—For there’ve been twenty-three
When I met her had such halitosis
Was easily healed from the bark of a tree

For I’ve healed all of my patients
And am looking for someone quite broke
Someone to love, to fix, and to shove
To heal with my masterstroke

Eight trips to the post later
Wouldn’t you know it
There arrived an egg-shaped letter
From: Man with a foul habit

Dear matron from Capital Kingdom
Please take me under your wing
For I have what you seek
And with me I will bring—

Tap, Tap

Above the letter, to the matron’s surprise
Waddled a grinning, stooped man
He held his hat to his chest in a bent bow
And smirked at his well-laid plan

When she squealed with delight
He knew then he wouldn’t love her
For she had the shriek of a cat. Still, he stayed
For at least she wasn't his mother

Copyright © 2021 by Matt Antis. Originally published in a contest on All Poetry at AllPoetry.com on June 4th, 2021, by Ink Jot Kingdom.

Matt Antis

Matt Antis creates online as a freelance writer and novelist who formerly lived as a serial small-business entrepreneur. His life’s goal is to share knowledge, encourage, and challenge others through a coach-student relationship.

An unexpected deployment with the Army in 2009 halted his scholastic achievement, but! He learned the bulk of business in the proverbial trench elbow to elbow with a team of professionals who he is forever grateful for.

When he’s not being a husband, dad, shooting his bow or training parkour, you can find him teaching Sunday school, advising parkour gyms, writing for inkjotkingdom.com and his wife’s children’s book website, whitneyantis.com.

https://inkjotkingdom.com
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