Ballad of the Cuckolded Husband

My wife has taken a lover
He's battering down the door
I'm on the floor

What dreams I dreamt of her
Though she's old, fat, bearded
To me she was a mother

With a poetic door
And a home of her own
I felt mine own

Around my eyes I feel tears
And as they come
My wife begins her own

Had I not given up dreams
of a home of my own
Children, in-laws?

Has she not tired
of being deceived?
Was she ever tired!

We wrap ourselves around  each other
Vowing to transgress no more.

1 November 1995

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