Through the Keyhole
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Peeking through the hotel keyhole
I start seething, I begin to see red
There’s a strange man taking MY role
I can see them both romping in bed
I decide I must act really speedily
Don’t have a moment to spare
Activating my plastic room key
I see his white bottom, it’s bare!
Aiming my gun, I shoot both in the head
Blood stains the rug, it splatters the wall
It ends their affair, that love rat is dead ...
I’ll plead guilty when the local cops call
The gunshots draw lawmen to the door
Cops soon arrest me, they take me outside
My wife’s out there, she’d been at the store -
She’d let our room to a groom and his bride!
SLAP THE MUSE AND TURN IT LOOSE CONTEST Judged 2/13/19 - poem got n/a
12/31/18
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2018
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