Was a humdinger…

Paint was thrown

All over the outside

Of the house

But it was like someone

Was painting a Monet

It was beautiful…

Said the husband…

As he explained….

Forgot to put the key

Back under the mat..

She must be upset

The Miata wasn’t

In the garage…

The neighbors were scratching

Their heads with his

Explanation of the vandalism…

She leaves little things

Around the house…

Who bought the Miata

Probably a young woman

As she always said it was

A chick’s car…

Better not eat

The fudge stripe cookies

She occasionally leaves

On the pillow…

Or I’ll be with her

Sooner than expected…

She doesn’t live here anymore

But she doesn’t know…