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Guilt

"...BUT the neighbours..." she sighed

As they kissed - more or less,

With his hand up her dress.

"Damn the neighbours!" he said

As he drew down the blind,

And the thoughts in her mind

Turned shameless.

"...but the children..." she gasped,

"They'll be home for their tea!"

But his hands wandered free.

"Damn the children!" he said

And the Ikea mat

Was steamrollered flat

With their glee.

"...but my husband..." she moaned

As the sound reached her ears

Of a car changing gears.

"Damn! Your husband!" he cried

And he fled through the door

Leaving her on the floor

With her tears.

Submitted by Jane Lovering

Great Edstone

Updated: 11:24 Wednesday, January 15, 2003