Is It Gossip Poem by James McLain

Some times when I see what I heard,
I wish I had more men friends,
but then again when it sees what it heard.
Standing out side drinking coffee, when.
Three mid twenties puffed up women, called buff's
one, in two, sandwiches
three all between, while they listened on his, as she said.
I left some of my mention ables at his door, then
rang his door bell and watched out my window
as he opened the door.
Yes he's married that made it even hotter,
as he gathered the scent in his hand and turned to look.
Hats off when his wife came out of the garage and screamed.
I heard last month, she filed for divorce, she one of the three,
and guess what he uses for his pillows at night.
The second buffed one then said, awe thats
nothing, next week It is going to....even hotter..