Mrs. McDougal’s husband was a cheat.
One day, she found lipstick on his collar.
She confronted him. He felt her heart’s heat.
He told her, “My dear, you needn’t holler.”
She shouted, “How could you do this crime?”
Tossing him his coat, with arms in midair,
She cried, “My dear, you’re a slime.”
He could only glare.
His coat gliding down
Over the railing,
All he did was frown,
“Why all this flailing?”
She could only scuff,
“My day has been rough.”
© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2015