Poetry of Martha Baird
The Imaginary Mrs. Beethoven
“Yes, my husband loves music, but I don’t know very much about it.”
“Oh, Beethoven, you’re throwing water on the floor again; you’ll drive me crazy.”
“Play it to me some other time, dear, I’m busy now.”
“Well, another symphony? That’s nice.”
You think you are better than
The imaginary Mrs. Beethoven?
Go slow, there.
The imaginary Mrs. Beethoven
Is like most people.
From Nice Deity (Definition Press)
© 1955 by Martha Baird