I wish I could, I wish I would,
I wish I could let rip,
for all those hurtful words you said,
and all those things you did.
I keep it locked away so tight,
too lady like and proper.
I keep it bottled up inside,
I don’t uncork the stopper.
I never rant and rave at all,
I never flip my lid.
I’ve never raised my voice enough,
sometimes I wish I did.
To have a good old rant or two,
fly into some hell rage,
to make the air turn thick and blue,
but I’m so well behaved….
I should have screamed the house right down,
thrown crockery at you,
I should have given you what for,
and told you where to go!
Alas I’m not that kind of girl,
to lash you with my tongue,
or leave a flea within your ear,
and scream that you are wrong.
I was brought up so properly,
with ladylike demeanour,
to not tell you, ‘I told you so’,
and point out the misdemeanour.
© I Told You So 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm