A Fugitive

I am listening for footsteps , or the creak of a door . I'm gasping for breath and quaking with fear. I'm hungry and thirsty and wishing that I could escape I'm hoping and praying that I don't get caught today of all days Yet a voice in the distance is shouting my name I'm just hoping the scales of justice are going to come down on my side Or am I about to pay for my crimes. As the voice becomes clearer I can tell it's the wife. And its seems it's my turn to face up to my crimes. can you get on the scales as it weight watchers, weigh in today The facts of this matter are I have been caught out again, the chippy and pub have beat me again . "Next week dear, Amazing how many calories are in lettuce !" comp entry 09032016