The quiet and gentle breeze.
Was quietly and hastily working in the kitchen.
Who did everything mischieveiously.
Was impatiently humming around her.
In a haste she was.
Continiously working without pause.
In a rush, she asked him to give her the salt.
“Could you give me that?”
With a twinkle in his eye
And a plan so naughty on his mind,
He leaned in and kissed her cheek.
Confused and angered,
Her tone in a cold-stoned demeanor.
She asked, “Why did you do that?”
And he in a voice meek,
And a devilish grin from cheek to cheek;
Replied, “You asked for that.“
P.s. Happy birthday to both of my parents.