Never leave stuff laying about if you don’t want it seen by prying eyes.
I once wrote a poem about a rainbow
I saw through a dirty window pane.
I left the dumb thing laying around
And sure enough the dumb thing was found.
It was not meant for her eyes to read
About her husband’s occasional misdeed
But she did and now I must pay
In a most appropriate way.
Here she’s standing with hands on her hips
And I’ve got pouty looks on my lips;
Now with this frilly apron I stand
With a bottle of Windex in my hand.
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