Sometimes when life is hard,
my mind's window ajar,
I let out a big old groan that can be heard over in Rome.
My boy friend hears this noise and will come to me with poise, then....
scrunch up his face with a look of distate and groan right back into my face.
Now this may make you scoff,
for it seems a little off,
but his strange face and the noise that he makes....
well, all I can do is laugh.