Note Of Contempt

Quietly returning home after a night of heavy booze
shoeless, so not to disturb her from her needy snooze,
tiptoeing softly to the bed I thought I had gone blind
but as hard as I looked, no wife there could I find!
Puzzled in my drunken head I could not understand
until on the kitchen fridge written in her neat hand
I found a note, that to me didn't make any sense,
giggling at first, thinking it was surely in pretence.
Then slowly as I read it I realised it might be true,
"Im sorry I couldn't wait my dear, but I've left you
your supper is in the microwave, just press the button
oh by the way you were like a lamb dressed as mutton
as you went to meet your cronies on the way out to play
well, it's my turn so goodbye, cheerio, I'm on my way!"

Now I think of our good times as I lie in my single bed
I regret I never kept the promises, I once sincerely said!
I'm sure all you bossy women who read this feel so glad
to know that I've ended up alone in my one room pad!
I will admit one thing though, I feel such a bloody fool,
with almost all I need, I've no fridge to keep my ale cool!

sonofadam