DESPITE THE LIES.A Poem by Terry CollettA WOMAN AND HER GOOD FOR NOTHING HUSBAND.Mrs Wren said she'd have her husband back if she could but the guy was just too wrapped up in himself and even though he thinks the world of his kid he thinks of other things or others more like that time when he promised to come to the kid's birthday party and didn't show o he said I had some one come call and I didn't want to send them away (woman probably the one he has at the office who cleavage is to die for) and that other time when he said he'd have the kid while I had a trip with the girls out but no at the last minute he doesn't show it's all I had the flu or I had one of my heads (more like the b***h turned up) and I had to stay at home while the girls went and had a good time or that other time when he said I was the most important person in his life and wanted me as his wife then he goes off with a smooth talking wiggly a*s girl with her own car and only after he'd got as far as he could with her did he return tail ( or something) between his legs and flowers and chocs and o so sorry honey I had her all wrong it's you who mean the most to me or that time when we were on our honeymoon ( the kid conceived that time) and walking arm in arm along the beach him spewing all the words the romantic stuff but eyeing all the girls taking in their bikinis or their shapeliness and one even came up and had the nerve to chat him up while I stood there giving her the glare and he o so Mr Cool forgetting me standing like a fool or that afternoon I found him in our bed with that woman upstairs the one who borrowed the sugar each week and all he said was you know me honey I'm weak I can't resist the eyes but there you go Mrs Wren said I love him so despite the lies. © 2013 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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