“Not a Stream-of-Consciousness piece!” she screamed.
“No, it’s a finely-crafted, lovingly-skilled, highly-polished Haiku.” I replied, hoping to calm her down.
It didn’t work.
Two exclamation marks meant something to me. I had better let her cool down for a moment.
“Don’t worry, my love;
It won’t be too much to bear,
You won’t feel a thing.”
She then visibly calmed down.
“Promise me that it won’t hurt.”
“You won’t even know when it’s over” I replied, truthfully.
“Thank you, Alberto;
You are truly a darling.”
She ‘was’ a sweetie.