[ WP ] Write a serious , adult story in a style normally intended for children .

Away from the town down this quaint little lane 
 From the hustle and bustle of Wall St and Main 
 With pastoral lawns caged by white picket fences 
 And gardens of flowers that tickle the senses 
 The rows of like houses that stretch on for miles 
 Factory homesteads for factory smiles 
 In one of the buildings of this quiet burb 
 The calm that pervaded was being disturbed. 
 
 `` Late again, Ryan,'' Sue said with a snap. 
 `` Could you not find your home? Should I draw you a map? 
 Your supper's gone cold; I expected you sooner. 
 Is your phone broken, too? What about your computer?'' 
 
 `` I'm sorry, Sue, solemnly. Give me a break,'' 
 Ryan said weary, hands starting to shake. 
 Complaints were replacing the usual greeting. 
 `` I wanted to call, but got caught in a meeting; 
 The boss is a bully, a bastard, a brute 
 Who prances around in a tie and a suit 
 And expects us to dance to his bottom line tones 
 Or offer our necks to the axe that he hones. 
 I'm sorry my time of return is unstable 
 But it's all I can do to put food on the table.'' 
 
 `` Do n't give me that tripe; I know lying's your prowess. 
 I wanted to work, but *you* would n't allow it. 
 You said a career, one way or another, 
 Would stand in the way of me being a mother. 
 They say two point five kids is a target for some 
 You've promised one child and given me none.'' 
 
 Sue sobbed as she spoke then collapsed to the floor 
 For her poor, broken heart could n't take any more. 
 And Ryan at last saw the damage he wrought 
 To the holder of that diamond ring he had bought 
 When firm made him partner a decade now past 
 And he swore that their worries were over at last. 
 What he thought was a blessing had become a curse. 
 The paychecks were better; their lives were far worse. 
 
 `` I'll find something closer, less stressful; I'll try. 
 Anything, Sue, for arresting your cry. 
 I will shovel the snow from the neighborhood walks 
 I will go to the cornfields and tend to the stalks. 
 I will sweep up the streets or sell boxed confections. 
 I'll pick up the signs from the local elections. 
 I'll work at McDonald's, the mall, or the zoo. 
 Whatever you want of me that's what I'll do. 
 Just say what you want, Sue. I will right this course.'' 
 
 `` It's too late,'' she told him. `` I want a divorce.''
