Odds

She’s pregnant with guilt

Deep inside in turmoil 

Two minutes of lust

Off the cusp

Makes the colour of little Johnny

A lottery must

50 50 odds of despair

She could see it now

Driven out shamed and bared

Little Johnny turned out alright

The odds in favour

He turned out white

Loving husband unaware

Time moved on without a care

Back in the sack

With husband Jack

A wry smile

Wish he was black.

Reviews

[Helen]

I really like the phrase "she's pregnant with guilt" - I know here it is to refer to the fact she actually is pregnant, but I think we can all be pregnant with the weight and intensity of our guilt sometimes. If I didn't know I was stealing, I would use this line in my writing!

[Paul Bell]

Help yourself Helen, we all borrow something off other poets.

[Helen]

Thank you - I might just do that 🙂

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Poor woman so unlucky.....

She deserves the black
And a fat alimony from Jack!

A big fun rhyming piece!

[Paul Bell]

Poor Jack, in and out of the sack.

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Hahaha! He can sleep on the sofa.

[Paul Bell]

Poor sofa.

[barleygirl]

I don't know what to say. You depict a realistic dilemma with a bit of stealth . . . no long drawn-out blathering . . . just a few well-placed strokes of paint to show the outlines of this story, a story we can all understand. I found myself thinking about women who hide all kinds of pregnancy-related things, all their lives, from all kinds of people. I've never had this curse myself (spayed at age 20), but this makes me wonder how it would be for a woman, living a constant lie & having this reproductive curse that could blow her cover (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Paul Bell]

Probably something you shouldn't laugh about, but you would if someone told you it happened to them.

[duff]

Wow. Powerful and there is no escaping the reality of the aftermath. Pleasure with a cost depending. A strong write Paul. Definitely enjoyed it.

[Paul Bell]

She was a lucky girl.

[Beccy]

Guilty pleasures, sometimes worth it, most often not. Mind you, it takes me longer than two minutes to clean my teeth. :))

Beccy.

[Paul Bell]

I think you can do everything in two minutes now.

[.]

Worry dilemma .. All expressed very beautifully. A mother first but a guilty wife later.... Caught in the thought

[Paul Bell]

A lucky dilemma indeed.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Clever word play intermixed with good rhyme and excellent description of the situation as the drama plays out and her guilt melts back to lust!

[Paul Bell]

Yeah, it didn't take her long.

[Neville]

............ I know it might sound incredible but I have been told that there is a one in five chance that the assumed father of any given child is not the biological father .. but then, I have been sold a lot of duff info over the years... Nice one son :)

[Paul Bell]

That's opened a can of worms. Mind you how many little Borise's do you want running about London.

[Neville]

Worms I can deal with, in fact they serve a very useful purpose and I love em... Liars are summat else...
One is far too many ...

[Paul Bell]

Think his time is up, and he knows it.

[Neville]

am keeping my fingers crossed .. well n truly :)

[Abhilash Hegde]

Very well, Clever word play in this write.
Innocent until proven guilty - as they say. Odd's are in favour here. But justice is always done, in time. Unfaithfulness, adultery is failings of a character, even if not caught still in your own eyes you will fall if you have a conscience. So after all, conscience is always the best judge!

[Paul Bell]

Yes time catches up with everyone in the end.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

even with the guilt...a smile, a wish,
I like the idea here of the mixed relationship and the product of that, but the focus
being on the infidelity...more than the color...
we are all equal...and cheating is cheating, and loving is loving.
really clever piece, Paul.
j.

[Paul Bell]

Yeah, they do say, nothing queerer than folks.
It will end badly at some point.