I'm in a state
when hubby's late,
I speculate
I contemplate
and (curious trait)
I salivate.
I think my mate
is tempting fate.
He missed a date
that was for eight
and can't placate
a wife, irate.
I'll set things straight.
His food will wait
on some ornate
and chilly plate.
There'll be no spate
or great debate;
I'll simply state,
the meal was great.
I know, I ate! |
