In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Tight Corner.”

I spoke myself into a corner
When I spoke the words I should not say
And while I waited for the paint to dry
I wrote poetry and wished the day away

I spoke myself into a corner but yesterday
Or was it husband who spoke himself into his
When I admitted the cycling feats of my BFF
Cycling feats I could never hope to achieve
Well, impressed was he
And when I saw how impressed he was
A very unimpressed was I
While we waited for the paint to dry
We let each other be
Until sorry was said
And it wasn’t going to be me