Agony Aunt 3: Poem by David Wood

Dear Agony Aunt, I'm in a bit of a mess
My husband of thirty three years
Has taken to wearing a dress
Which leaves our neighbours in tears.

He says he doesn't give a fig
That people point and laugh and stare
But with the eye shadow and wig
I feel nothing but utter despair.

Dear reader, this is what I suggest
You take him on a foreign holiday
You probably both need the rest
To India like Delhi or Bombay.

Have two weeks without any stress
Tell him that you do really care
But if he still wants to wear a dress
Come home alone and leave him there.

Dear agony aunt, I did what you said
That was over two months ago,
I left him lying in the hotel bed
Came home and found a younger beau.