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A poetic justice
He took his wife
A punching bag
He is at liberty to hug
Or to blow up steam
By her hairs to drag.
As it may sound sad
He opted to project
A doting husband facade.
When she became vocal
About this
To his parents
Who she called
Mom and dad
"We do not expect
Our well brought up
Son with
Something underhand!"
"We are afraid
The complaint is not
Plausible as he has
A cool head...
Friday 24th July 2020 4:20 pm
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