Too Much to Ask?

A matchbox of our own

A fence of real chain link

A grill out on the patio

Disposal in the sink

A washer and a dryer and

an ironing machine

In a tract house that we share

Somewhere that's green

He rakes and trims the grass

He loves to mow and weed

I cook like Betty Crocker

And I look like Donna Reed

There's plastic on the furniture

To keep it neat and clean

In the Pine-Sol scented air,

Somewhere that's green

Between our frozen dinner

And our bed-time: nine-fifteen

We snuggle watching Lucy

On our big, enormous

Twelve-inch screen

...A picture out of Better Homes

and Gardens Magazine

Far from Skid Row

I dream we'll go

somewhere that's... green

(Somewhere That's Green-Little Shop of Horrors)