No House For the Louse
My love said to meet him at three
where steaks were the best that could be,
the chophouse.
I waited a long time and then
checked his firm before searching in
the courthouse.
Maybe drinks with clients for biz?
I checked a fav place for this, his
posh clubhouse.
Nothing, was he up to no good
somewhere no man does as he should -
the dollhouse?
There, I saw my beau kiss Miss Snow
so now he is found in Fido's
cold doghouse.
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