Came on Sundays,
Jack usually got it first.
When it was my turn,
Often the pages were
Crumpled,
And mixed up.
The ads were lying in a heap beside
His recliner.
I had to carefully gather the pages
And organize them
Before I could even begin reading.
Like a good wife,
I rarely complained,
But to be honest,
It did aggravate me.
It's strange.
Now that the pages
Are all smooth
And perfectly in order,
The Sunday paper
Barely interests me at all.