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!
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