Cuckolded Husband Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Cuckolded Husband



I am writing poems
And then I will be joking
With the bottle:
It is my longevity,
It is my throttle—
While not one single werewolf
Howls,
All because they do not
Exist—I'm sorry—
Just as none of the old swing-sets
Exists—
But Disney World's exists,
In fact, it is the epitome of my
Story—and we all have been affected
By it somehow,
While the most beautiful and
The most innocents of knights has
Been bleeding out in the aloe—
Until the moonrise comes over itself and
Its fairy kingdom,
And you kiss and swoon, and become
A better wife all over your cuckolded
Husband.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 09 March 2013

good wife with all situations. thanks.

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Robert Rorabeck

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