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09/25 Forgot My Wallet

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Another Dinner

Another dinner at our favorite spot
Was something that tied me into a knot

She started with all she had done
Starting to take away the fun

She washes my floors and my clothes
A job that everyone knows

She pays the bills, gets the kids up for school
And prepares for the usual daily dual

I listen quietly all during the meal
Afraid to respond to anything real

The check arrives awaiting a payment
She waits to see who will claim it

Sorry, I forgot my wallet my Dear
I ready myself for what I will hear !

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Style/Type: Free verse

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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: USA Pennsylvania, USA

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Lavender

Lavender

3 weeks 3 days ago

Another Dinner

Hello, Clentin, 

Good to see this form from you! A fun read! 

Thank you!

L

Clentin

Clentin

3 weeks 3 days ago

Thank you, I was joking…

Thank you, i was joking around with my wife and decided to put this joke into words!

Thank you for reading and comments.

Rula

Rula

3 weeks 2 days ago

I too

Like the sense of humor in this one. Hope your wife doesn't mind that joke.

Thank you for sharing 🙏🏻 

Geezer

Geezer

2 weeks 3 days ago

Friendly Feasts on Me...

Forgot my wallet yet again,
I hear him saying, my old friend.
Steak and shrimp, a bottle of wine.
Damn it, yet another time!

No such thing as going Dutch,
I like him still, but not as much. 
One more time, I foot the bill, 
My wife stares; if looks could kill!

Never again, I make a vow.
I plan to stop; but not right now.
No more invites, will I accept, 
the free ride's over, my wife's upset.

Forgotten wallets put aside,
my wife has comments; a little snide.
I won't forget the way she said;
If it weren't for us, you'd starve, be dead.  

Now, the night has gone kapoot, 
I give our friendship a quiet boot. 
My wife is glad, we're no longer mates
We'll be too busy, for new dates.