Who would believe that Trumpeteer’s wife
Would continue living with her irascible husband,
Always forgiving his whiplash? His mind seemed
To be a battlefield of which he was a prisoner.
The other day, Mr Trumpeteer invited a few guests
At his place and by misfortune, one of the guests
Remarked, “wow, this food is so palatable! Your beautiful wife
Is really endowed with such great culinary skills!”
And the husband who was always raising a great storm
In a teacup, fretted and fumed, dashed out fire and brimstone
From his eyes! Alas! All the gay moments of just hours before
Vanished into thin air!
Lightning flashed from his fiery eyes.
Jealousy enveloping him, the venom of fury overtook him.
He left his dinner plate,
And started insulting the guest.
The storm gained speed, threatening all those present.
He started crashing the plates and throwing the hot bowls
Of food on his wife and the shocked guest
Who had dared to compliment the wife!
Alas! Most of the guests were stunned!
A few continued gormandising specially
The children, who enjoyed the scenario.
One teenager shouted gleefully, “A storm in a teacup, ha ha!”
And he instigated his friends to start throwing found
On each other. The husband was shocked into silence,
Probably confused to see himself being imitated.
With his head fixed on the ground, he left the room.
The spill over from within stopped soon. Seeing him, people would
Whisper, “There goes the man who can ‘brew’ a storm in a tea cup!”