Poem – tale of infidelity–two wrongs don’t make a right, but…
There’s the phone–he’s working late again tonight.
Don’t hold supper. He’ll hit Wendy’s for a bite.
He must think she’s foolish to buy all this overtime.
His paycheck doesn’t indicate a single extra dime.
Three times this month already the boss has kept him late.
Yeah, right. He thinks she don’t know he’s out on a date.
Tonight she’s gonna do a little checking on her man
And see if she can catch him working overtime with Ann.
She drove by the factory–the parking lot was bare.
She turned left on Main Street and headed for the square.
Sure enough as plain as day she spots his Chevrolet
In front of Daisy’s Tavern where cheaters come to play.
She kept on going ’round the square and headed back to home
And started thinking of the ways to teach him not to roam.
What’s good for the goose is good for the gander. She’d get even.
She picked up the phone. When he answered she cooed, “Hello Steven.”
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