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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