Undercover
The detective peeked through the keyhole
As he gathered clues at the scene of the crime
He knew the suspects well, but things had spun out of control
And had for a long time
A heavy object had jammed the door shut
He'd soon go through this scene with a fine tooth comb
Then in the corner he saw a cigarette butt
He knew it wasn't his, for this was his home!
Behind the locked door was his wife and her lover
It was one of his 'friends' who'd gone undercover
He banged on the door, he wanted in
In this situation no one could win
He heard the door creak open later that night
Before it was over someone would be dead
But instead of bloody fight
They had a threesome instead!
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