No Hug!? - a poem

I was disappointed you didn't hug me
that bright day you left the house
Did I do something wrong, per se
Did I act like a bad man or a louse?

Then I wondered briefly if it was
when I pointed out the crumbs on your shirt
I didn't want you to go out in public
with biscuit-borne flaky dirt!

So when you left without a goodbye
I felt I needed to be sorry
Your hugs are warming, soft and squeezed
If I missed one I'd have to worry

Were you mad that I had peeked
at your chest at the table?
Or was it some other slight which origin
to figure out I have not been able?

But then I remembered the morning
As we stood talking of breakfast
While most beds were still a-borning
Those of our friends remained at rest

Something you said then to help me
I know the day I could not have botched
For when you said "Your fly is open"
I knew you had looked down at my crotch!