Night # 27

I promised I will try to be gentle this time
I eased it out from the box and pulled
I gave a little tug but it didn't budge
I pulled it slightly harder
It started to wrinkle
Oh no, not again....
I tugged harder this time
It became detached from the box
but it laid crumpled and messed up in my hand
Sigh...
My struggle with the cling wrap
I love it to be clingy
but it clings where it ought not to cling!

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Showed this to my friend... and this is his version:

I whispered... I'd be gentle.
as I slowly eased you out,
with a little pull and a slight tug.
Alas, but you didn't want to budge.

I slowly increased my fervor,
to get, to tug, nearly to yank.
Your dismayal showed in wrinkles,
as I looked at my handiwork,
crumpled and lifeless,
clinging to my hand as if you needed the air.

My love to struggle with you it seems,
but I would love you be clingy,
and not cling where you not ought to be!

I love it!