WITHOUT A HITCH

Sometimes conscience driven honest is not the best choice.

As often happens when temptation rules 

a winning strategy brings only grief. 

The woman smiles at all us nodding fools 

I jump in first to seek her quick relief.

 

Now, back at home my conscience steals the show 

and blabbing puts me on another track. 

My wife made clear it's best she did not know. 

She throws my Xbox in the trash out back. 

The ball bat takes its toll. I hear her say. 

'I've done the deed without a single hitch. 

His broken bones and teeth have won the day.' 

She tossed the bat in with me, in the ditch.

 

She rushed off then, I knew she’d go to church,

She’d find a mate, not be left in a lurch.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Thank you for reminding me why I never got married! *wink! wink!* This is probably the portrait you'd be word-painting about ME, had I ever been set loose upon the possibilities! I can feel the vindication from here with that baseball bat (which would've been my instrument of torture as well!) Fondly, Margie

[Norbanus]

Happy days! I found just the right hero for you to identify with. I wonder what she's doing now?

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

You did it. You used it. She broke it - Ahhhhh well, it’s for the best- ha! Witty, funny, sardonic gem here. Love the form, flow, cadence and rhyme (of course!). Great (& still laughing)!....

[emipoemi]

This is a fun piece with some great bits of dark humour. I would assume this is the same narrator all the way through, and not simply three separate vignettes. If so, the small switch to third person in the third stanza is a little confusing (for then you switch back to first person in the last line). Also, the couplet could use some tweaking......"she'd not be late" could easily be switched to "to not be late" (this is just me not being too fond of the contractions involving "would" or "had".....you have last call), and the last line is not iambic (I'd suggest: "For, like before, it's where to find a mate). Well done otherwise!!

[Paul Bell]

Oh never let thy conscience get the better of one.
A woman scorned, is a runaway car heading all the way to your house. Plead insanity, lie, lie,lie.
Just never admit.
A woman with a baseball bat, with your name on the swing, will break all that's bone, and just about damn well everything.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A simple but powerful piece that resonates in kindness and time, well done, good read.

[Norbanus]

Thanks for the kind words, Thomas