Er's wife

[FrankFrank]

I lay back musing on this old Onanan bed
The rent has to be paid and the rates next month
Julie flicks the light, as agreed
I get ready for whatever is to come

I had the week off last week, hubby ill coughing
Its good to take a break, from the rigours unsaid
Its not his fault he’s faltering, the dust gets him down
my lad, there was a time I’d swallow every tale he’d tell

I cry when I think of the morrow, when it’s over
He said to lay him in the garden, no cost
I can’t do that, a proper service for sure
with a head stone, white and creamy

Hello lovey, 'How do you do my sweet dear?'
Young slim and tanned, what a nice acorn
Julie peeks in, shines forth a salacious grin
Yes, she is warming to things

He wanted extra, so young for such taste
Oh well, there more in the pot for the bills
But when hubby’s gone what then, will I still
carry on with this balancing act?