A Lost Earring
The husband said, “I must confess
my car is a horrendous mess.”
He knew his wife could not ignore
health hazards. She would do this chore.
She offered, “Take my car to work
while I clean yours.” He wore a smirk
as off he drove. I’ve got ‘er trained,
he thought, and she has NOT complained!
That night he found his car half-clean.
He growled, “What have you done between
the time I left and now? She said,
“Look what I found.” His face turned red,
“You found your earring! I’m g-glad,”
he stammered. “Why are you so mad?”
She countered, “NOT mine, as you know!
To us, you’ve struck a grievous blow.”
He begged her for a second chance.
“I promise I won’t even glance
at others.” She said, “This would be
for you at LEAST chance number three.
“My third chance?! NO! I cheated once,”
he vowed. She screamed, “You’re such a dunce.
Last month your car smelled like cologne.
Pack up. Get out. Leave me alone.”
June 21, 2022
entered in the One in Five Contest Placed 2nd
Sponsor: Joseph May
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