Your Woman. My Woman! Your Wife - An Eyeful? Poem by Hubert Wilson

That pesky public health officer was back again.
Just like that darn so sensitive area itching rash.
Demanding to know her whereabouts!
Something about imminent danger to public health and safety.
Only this time he was really desperate!
Visibly more frantic!
He was losing it!
Even Alabama military authorities had orders to quarantine her.
National Guard troops were searching the entire state.
Said the usual drugs would not work?
Guess her favored stinging spray and rinse
With straight chlorine bleach would no longer kill it?
Was frequent use of an aerosol industrial strength insecticide next?
Your woman. My woman! Your wife?

She later staggered back to the seedy Montgomery Motel.
This time to the correct room.
A previously startled priest in one mistaken room had been so understanding!
She helped get the dirty smelly toliet seat from around his neck,
But that was another story as he had more immediate concerns!
He then realized that he was 'packing' something extra down there?
He had a third 'little boy'?
It wasn't crawling?
So it could not be a large cockroach like before?
Screaming as a cold round object fell out,
Slowly rolled across the filty bathroom floor,
And then just looked right back at him?
It was her glass eye on the loose once more -
Just like her!
She smiled with one eye socket covered by an improvised gin label eye patch!
Chuckling as she poured a shot of tequila over it,
Licked the glass eye longingly
And quickly killed the shot after
Popping the errant glass piece back into place!
Laughing heartily as she taunted him that he needed a drink
Almost as much as she did -
Almost -
But not quite!
Maybe NEXT time?
Your woman. My woman! Your wife - AN EYEFUL?

The things - and the people - he would do for his country?