Probably Not The Intended Message

Raging indignation

From my teenage girl

Venting righteous spleen

At my poetic license.

Imagine her confusion when

Expressing her vast displeasure

With my nightly poem

Addressing her behavior

Produced a startled grin

And not chastened chagrin

As she might expect!

Be still my buoyant spirit

Lifted high by her critique

For in her vitriolic fury

The message I received was

“She reads my poetry!”