another short poem.

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    May 29, 2017 8:43 AM PDT
    Oh husband Dear when I awoke
    and saw that text from that strange bloke
    and realised that you'd read it too!
    Oh Darling, but what could I do?

    I freely admit that I'd been smoking
    And when I lied I was only joking
    and I couldn't help that silly kiss
    and now I've spoiled our married bliss...

    But you "have a cure" you say to me
    As you pull my pants down to my knee
    and over your lap I am gently bent
    as you read the red card that mother sent

    "This hairbrush that I send to you
    I  know well and so do you
    so to save yourself from more disgrace
    use it wisely on the proper  place!"