Widow next door
Out from my window with a glance,
Quietly and quickly I slipped into my pants,
Lascivious thoughts of upcoming romance!
The widow’s light beckoning,
We were due for a midnight reckoning
Her door I gently crept! Only to behold,
A sight which made a man’s blood, run cold
A story! To no one have I told.
Hearing my widow’s feverishly howling rants.
There was the Devil! he weren't wearing pants
His movements were rude! As he prances
With a shriek of glee at me! He glances
My sweet innocent widow he romances.
With her accepting his advances!
Dazed and confused,
To believe the truth I refused.
With my advances she’d been amused.
Sitting in my room, with fear I'm shaking
Thinking what a fool chance I've taken.
For my soul may have been forsaken.
Skulking at midnight! an unwise undertaking.
Hoping that for eternity I'm not baking.
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