She herself never wanted a husband
(though there have been men)
but agrees with me it’s good
our friends have reunited.
‘Such a lovely man,’ I say, ‘and
so much in love with her.’
‘AND,’ she squeals, ‘HE DOES
THE DISHES!’ ‘Oh,’ I say carelessly,
‘every husband I ever had did that!’
She is surprised speechless.
[A second poem today, just because.]
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