Oh dear – TB

8 Apr

Fruity fragrances forever
hang to his coattails.
Last-night’s lady leaves
her scent where she lay…naked.
Smokes, sprays and sizzles
smoked-sausages, in his jacket,
so the wife doesn’t know.


7 Responses to “Oh dear – TB”

  1. Brendan July 7, 2014 at 9:18 am #

    “Oh dear” indeedy. Sharp contrasts in the bandwidth of this short poem, between the desire to indulge and the fear of getting caught. Fruity fragrances and smoked sausages, indeed. Quite a dude.

  2. arushiahuja July 7, 2014 at 9:57 am #

    infidelity may not be known but can really hurt the conscious!!

  3. magalyguerrero July 7, 2014 at 1:36 pm #

    The scent of sausages will always make her sick… even if she doesn’t quite know why.

    • crayfish July 7, 2014 at 2:19 pm #

      That’s true. She’ll have an awkward feeling

  4. Miss Stacy July 7, 2014 at 2:23 pm #

    heh…a sneaky little gritty tale. i like!
    stacy lynn mar

  5. Sherry Blue Sky July 7, 2014 at 5:06 pm #

    Oh my, he knows all the tricks.

  6. margaret July 9, 2014 at 8:23 pm #

    … they always think they are fooling their wives…. usually they aren’t.

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