Did you post the mail I gave you? Asked the one I must obey.
Sure I posted it when at the shop, getting dog food yesterday.
You bought the dog food Tuesday, it’s now Friday afternoon.
Came the dig from Mrs perfect who was perched in our back room.
It couldn’t be, sure I watched the match, last night on the TV.
The mid-week game, on Wednesday, I sat on this settee.
Last night was flaming Thursday came the rant from down the hall.
I sat there dumb, my head a swirl, just staring at the wall.
The cloakroom door, her footsteps, her mutters getting loud.
Appearing in the doorway with my coat held like a shroud.
Her face was stern her shaking head I knew this was not good.
I smiled at her and tried a joke, maybe I could change her mood.
But I knew the night was ruined and any fun, well that was banned.
Cause she held that ****** letter grasped tightly in her hand.