Forgive And Forget Poem by John Sensele

Lying on a leather sofa, a housewife devours several
Mills and Boon novels when her clock chimes four o'clock
Still her husband hasn't pitched up and she gets a visceral
Inkling something wasn't right in her block.

Peeping through a window, the housewife spies
Her husband teetering towards her living room door.
Her heart skips a beat. At least he'd eat pies
She'd baked; she slips her tender feet into slippers on the floor.

Opening the door to let him in
Her eyes caught sight of lipstick smudges on his cream jacket,
She opts not to let him grow thin
So, good judgment tells her not give him a cold shoulder packet.

Containing the lump in her throat, she readies her bathtub
For his bath; she treats him as though nothing had gone amiss
Because nagging him would rebound him to his favorite pub
Where a bimbo most likely on him planted a kiss.