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She knew something was up
When he didn’t come for dinner
She even prepared his favorite sauce
He always told her, it was a winner

She tried not to think of the worst
Maybe he got stuck at work
More like he was out, with some floozy
That husband of hers, what a jerk!

She decided to teach him a lesson
In fact, she made it her only mission
When he came in, she smelled perfume
And knew then, it wasn’t a suspicion

He tried to explain where he had been
But she wasn’t buying it, not one bit
Took her saucepan off the stove top
And gave him a great big hit

On top of his head, with a thud
He landed, flat on his back
Maybe next time, he’ll think twice
Before he spends time in another sack


September Writing Prompt – Saucy Suspicions – Day 6/30

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