30th December 2013

Sonnet 57


Why don't wives of bigamous husbands tend

To give in to instinctual desire

And track the path of his credit card spend

Or him, with GPS, should it require?

Once his umpteenth tea's been cooked for an hour

He calls - soooo sorry to disappoint you

Again.  And this doesn't turn spouses sour...

Goodbye... goodbye... hello goodbye ... adieu?

 Nor cares she to question her jealous thought

Where all his overtime goes; I suppose 

If she did her efforts would be for nought,

Years of sacrifice...you can't get back those.

Lost luxury of ignorances (Will)

Leaves us less or more innocence and ill .