Confession of a Faithful Husband
I do love my wife, I don’t hide my ring –
But the thing is, she’s not here.
I get so lonely on endless business trips,
So short of cheer.
Then Rachel from the presentation
Pops into the bar,
And the smiles come all-so-easily
On the verge of gone-too-far.
But I, it seems, with my guilty conscience,
Cannot just kick back,
And seize the moment, live the day,
With Zoë in the sack.
I reckon I could have been that hound,
I could have learned to lie –
My wife would never even suss,
If I’d grow the balls to try.
Somewhere in his hotel room tonight,
There’s another me
Who’s shares his bed with maybe Jane from Sales,
And with liberty.
I hate him, and I hate how I envy,
While chatting with a girl in red,
And I try not to give-off some signal of all
That I wish we were doing instead.
I do love our wife, I remind myself,
As I think how he’s not alone.
We’d both spent a hour in the bar with Kaz,
As we muted our mobile phone,
With plenty of eye-to-eye, and gin,
And far too at-our-ease –
But where he fulfilled his promise to Kaz,
I proved to be just a tease.
Rhyming Couplets 