Two Men and a Woman

The two-timed

I know of a man who drove his wife to her lover in Faro
when it rained as she was afraid of the dark.
He waited in the car reading a paper when she came 
out from the house of tryst she purred like a kitten,
he was happy too she would make him a good dinner
She died, the lover and the two timed stood by the grave 
mourning her in their different ways and since they were
both alone, the lover moved in he does the cleaning and 
lit the fire while the two- timed makes dinner and cakes.
Together they grew old and died in their sleep.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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