Stolen Wife And Stuff Poem by Randy McClave

You came and took my wife what else do you want
My half eaten sandwich or the trash inside the bin?
Would you want the soap that we shared or the shampoo we used
Tell me? Do you hold a jealousy or an envy of me deep within.

What else of mine would you like to take or steal
That is of course of what I have used or what would fit,
Do you want the clothes that I wear or the cologne that I use
Would you want my personal items in your own closet?

I see that you left the towels and washcloths that my wife and I shared
I wonder why, did you forget to take and also use them?
And you forgot the hairbrushes and the toothpaste that we owned
By the way, you forgot to take my bathrobe, it’s the one that says 'Him'.

I look about my house to see what else that you forgot to take
Wait, you forgot my scissors and razor to trim your beard and shave your mustache,
Maybe you want to take my deodorant or my fingernail clippers
Or maybe you want to steal my money; but wait, my wife has already stolen my cash.

You forgot to take all of the pillows and the covers off our bed
That my wife and I used and shared at night when we went to sleep,
But, you didn't or couldn't take my manhood or even my pride
So, I decided my wife and my other stuff you took, you can just keep.

Randy L. McClave