We'd made love as usual

A heavy night in the sack

After breakfast I told her

I was never coming back


Inexplicable the only word

Why so drastic a measure?

What impulse drove me to

Quit a house of pleasure?


A bitter taste in my mind?

Neurosis bending my head?

Maybe the new marmalade

Made my psyche see red


She'd always been restless

The place in a state of flux

Changing rugs and mirrors

Lights and bathroom ducks


I preferred the status quo

Reassurance, regularity

She was chatelaine, did it

Hurt my sense of parity?


Yet she owned the house

It was her due to be boss

Me, I was just the lodger

A rolling stone with moss


Yet I'survived it for so long

Things were terrific in bed

I'll never know why I walked

Over that jar of Silver Shred

fluxmarmaladeneurosispsycheshreddedstatus quo

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