Why Some Women Stray

Poem By David McLansky

In olden days you paid a fine
Confusing those who were not thine;
The shapely wife of your best friend
Has genetically a different end:
She merely wants to diversify,
And so she does it with a lie;
Unless of course she calls thee thou
And in doing so she breaks a vow.

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