Image: lesley-oldaker@Deviant Art
It would be nice to think of you
As passing through
Like a knife slicing butter
Rather than
A major gastric event.
But you were like that
Never gentle nor humble
More overbearing each time
We cringed as your car
Rattled down our street.
Girded our loins
Braced ourselves for another onslaught,
Where common decency
Decorum, etiquette
Were all words foreign to you.
Demanding our attention
Deriding any suggestion
You might be wrong or misplaced.
For two weeks each year
We suffered you,
Your lack of manners
Ignorance of other opinion.
The days we secretly countered.
Heard your cheeriness
The kitchen awash with
Your over powering personality
Oblivious to our distain.
The final mornings breakfast,
A last supper you called it
We called it one last effort.
With fake smiles, faker well wishes
We saw you off
Waved goodbye
Relief in every one’s heart
But dread that if you didn’t pass away,
We’d be saddled with you
Again next year.
Written for: http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/10/07/photo-challenge-29-passing-through/
Morpethroad 
Oh they certainly weren’t thought of very highly were they? Very good description Michael of having to grit your teeth, when the unwelcomed pops in.
Thanks Jenny there are people just like that.
Don’t I know 😉
Oh my! Every family seems to have that member. Your opening was absolutely brilliant!
Thanks Yves, yes there’s one in each family it seems.
Connected with this one immediately, Michael. Unfortunately! 🙂
Well thanks Mandy I guess that you connected is a ‘good’? thing.
Lol. I love to connect with other’s writing–not so much the memory of that certain someone who came for the dreaded visit though!
That was a stomach churning reminder. But, we try to be civilized , even if it kills us. This one is perfectly penned!
Thanks Debi, I appreciate your kind comment.
This is clever! Oh so very clever… A bit of me was full of sadistic laughter!
HI MICHAEL!!! 🙂
Hope you are well.
Oh goodness. Unfortunately – I know the feeling.
I so try not to be that person that people cringe about when the see them or hear about them.
Hi RoSy, lovely to see you as always. I would never have thought of you as that sort of person, more the opposite.
I hope to not be like that. And – thanks for saying so.
You just never know how others see you though.
I’ve had 365 day neighbors like that! And our family seems to carry that gene!
Great take on passing through