Lip Bomb On The Appalachian Trail Poem by Hubert Wilson

Apprehensive over her husband's marital conduct.
Despairing but almost no matrimonial problems to deduct.
Uneasy intuition she had.
Led her to a feeling so deeply sad.
Totally but discretely checked every aspect of his life.
Even direct questioning did not end her internal strife.
Resorted at last to a fruitless private investigation.
Only brought more abyssal secret frustration.
Ultimately ending her overt suspicions but still surreptitiously out of sorts.
Shocked to find on his return from a business trip - lipstick on the fly of his boxer shorts!