Suburban Dreams

Pancakes every morning
Then Dads dash off to work,
Kids run to catch the school bus
And all dirt do Mothers shirk.

The dogs are sleeping and
The lawns are growing straight and fine
As Mothers invite their friends for tea
For the hundred-and-umpteenth time.

White painted picket fences
And gravel coated drives
Kids are doing homework as
Dads come home to their wives.

Dinners are served then TV time,
The same sight through each window,
Then story time and sleepy snores:
To Dreamland, children go.

A peck on the cheek, a brief embrace
Bored blood boils beneath the air.
Tell me is this really a "dream"
Or a suburban nightmare.