The Two Timing Man - Poem by Philo Yan
He didn't know what hit him
His hairless body limp
The angry wife was snip snipping
Then shaved his shameless hide!
He laid on kitchen table
tied up like dressed white chicken
The wife like witch in fable
His pride was terribly stricken!
So next what angry wife did
was pull his nostril hairs
Tweezed and tucked she did
The pain he could not bear!
She feels his torturous pain
This lesson he must gain
To play and kiss around?
Nostril hairs float to the ground.
He writhes in agony
No mercy, no pity!
His wife so relentlessly
cleans out efficiently!
She laughs in manic glee
What fun she is having
Her man, begs finally
'I'll change, I change' plea
His wife responds, 'We'll see.'
Untied him, thankfully.
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