Do you think it inappropriate?
To exchange ones husband for some perfectly devine
You see, Friday night with at least one square meter of the stuff
I could be amused
I could not be bored
That yet again he has failed to bypass the Public House
His Friday home
Hense yet again I'm stuffed....alone
Twiddling my fidgeting fingers and mind
Creating all kinds of scenarios which are
Far less than kind
Like murder beneath the patio
As battered fish upon the floor
Like turning up uninvited
And creating Mary Hell by pubs door
But if i had some bubble wrap
I am, so easily entertained
I'd twist contort the compliant material
Imagining twas his remains ....
Copyright © Karen Deeks | Year Posted 2012
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