Running From the Chocolates
Who knows she is staying in this Swiss chalet?
She is consternated these chocolates came today.
Why would they be addressed to her real name?
She is registered under the moniker of a pretend dame.
The woman is freaked out; this is not her scene.
She begins to pack for she is not naïve or green.
Who knows she is here? And how would they know?
She stares at these chocolates knowing she has to go.
She packs quickly and runs from the place.
Hurry! An internal voice screams. Pick up your pace!
As she is checking out her husband yells her name.
I knew it was you! He says. You are one slick little dame!
Still angry with him, she avoids his eyes, and turns her head.
Wishing she had not left those chocolates lying on the bed.
She had thought they might be poisonous or even worse.
Where are the candies? He asks. “Inside your purse?”
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