A Mistress In Distress

Ann was anxious to be Greg’s Mistress And never saw The Waiting Distress; The Male Laxity with Steely Stress That was to make her from God digress And from The Commendable regress! Greg would not his own weekend clothes press; After breakfast saying just “Just “Oh Yes!” And after Lunch, everywhere a mess! “God!” Ann had kept moaning more or less” Over a Greg paying not for her dress, Sure that this could never mean Progress “As though Greg’s chief interest My Goodness!” With Greg one couldn’t make a right guess Unarguably A Tougher Chess… The wrong things most times he’d gladly bless!