The Liar, The Witch, & The Bathrobe

A Poem on Infidelity by DEAN FARNELL

I could tell she was a liar
Hey but what the heck

knickers stained of him and her 

She never thought I'd check

Lately she has blanked me
She's been acting like a witch
She must be seeing someone else
The sneaky little b***h

The end for sure was rubber stamped
As we both had darkish hair
Her dress it reeks of aftershave
And the hairs on It are fair