In The Crib(Revised Edition)

In The Crib(Revised Edition)

by Bud Lemire on March 1, 2004

My wife is an addict, I tell you it is true

She sits in the crib, there’s nothing I can do

Playing in the Cribbage tournaments, hours on end

I can’t get her full attention, I lost my best friend

She sits in her comfortable, swiveling computer chair

I’d get down on my knees, but I haven’t got a prayer

Watching others who are playing

I wonder how long she is staying

I try talking to her, but she’s focused on the screen

She’s in some kind of trance, I just want to scream

I want to grab her shoulders and give her such a shake

Maybe she will get the message, and she’ll come awake

I’d like to take the cord, and then maybe unplug

But that isn’t like me, I could use a loving hug

She has an appointment, to be there online

Out of bed early morning, two hours before nine

Do I need to make plans, so she’ll spend time with me

Or is joining the tournament, the way it’s going to be

It’s not like me, to do something like that

All I really want, is to have my wife back

I feel I’m on the outside, and I’m looking in

I’m competing for her time, and I just can’t win

There was once upon a time, that together we would live

Now she’s setting tables, and keeping house In The Crib