Wilbur Woolf was a wily one
Was his nature said and done
Chose his lovers every one
Husbands at work, he had fun
Teasingly he won their trust
With loving words as beaux must
She stopped sweeping up the dust
Afternoons of unbridled lust
Sadly trysts came to an end
She had to dismiss her friend
Who, bunch of roses would then send
Hoping that would somehow amend
Unaware she was with child
Husband thought she was undefiled
She acted all meek and mild
Less a divorce case was filed
Wilber's wife could not refrain
In his face saw lines of strain
"Will! You've not done it again?
While he closed his ears in pain
Words used: Afternoons, Dust, Teasingly
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Ha! It's like they say; You and I will always be unfinished business. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt, Robin ❤️
ReplyDeleteA sad poem.
ReplyDeleteI knew a fellow like that a long time ago. I knew a girl like that too, she was nice, my friend. I've lost track of both, I hope she found another nice boy (I was taken--and faithful).
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Such situations cause a lot of heartbreak. A tale well told, Robin.
ReplyDeletea tale as old as time...
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