Number Four In The Queue Poem by Claire Abbott

You think it will last, together forever?
He's been there before with many a lover.
Number one wife, he cheated and lied,
Left her and the children far behind.

Marriage vows to wife number two,
Listen to me, what I am saying is true.
He cheated and lied, had an affair,
It's where I come in, to my despair.

His marriage in tatters, comfort he sought,
We were in love, well so I thought.
Two years of hiding it, finally came clean,
We had a loving, happy little routine.

It didn't end there, he just couldn't stop,
His love for women was over the top.
He cheated on me, now says he loves you,
But remember now, you're number four in the queue.

And don't forget the few in between,
A night here and there with them, so obscene.
He gets bored pretty easy, remember what I've said,
One day you will find, someone else in his bed.

He cannot be faithful, he can't tell the truth,
A liar, a cheat, its so uncouth.
He will sweet talk you, but always beware,
He likes the game, called having an affair.