Terry Collett

Gold Star - 22,646 Points (13/12/1947 / LONDON)

On The Day Mrs Modfig's Husband Died - Poem by Terry Collett

On the day
Mrs Modfig's husband died

she was being rogered
by a Spaniard

she'd met
in Santa Fe

staring at
the off white ceiling

with a
I'm being

well taken care of
feeling

and didn't give
her husband

a second thought
thinking him

back home
working hard

sipping the sherry
smoking the cigar

feet up
watching TV

maybe seeing
that slut from the store

as he had before
no she was content

having this Spaniard
giving her the works

making the night
feeling young again

hoping for more sunshine
far away

from the rain
and her husband

and his moans and groans
and his occasional

rogerings
in their safe

and boring bed
and later

at the funeral
in her black hat

and dress and coat
and matching gloves

she shed
the crocodile tears

remembering
other loves.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 19, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 19, 2012


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