Rhyme and Reflection

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Wrong Signal

Saturday, September 08, 2012 | 1 minute read

A long tiring day, she returned after a son’s soccer game
Urging the family to sleep early so she could retire strong
Her husband overheard and winked to himself
Ignorant was she that her signal was totally wrong

She showered in the hot water to relieve the ache
Later she wore her best perfume to smell away the pain
She delicately brushed the curls in her wet hair
Eyeing her from afar was her husband with a song in the rain

Exhausted she scrambled a night wear from the laundry pile
It smelled funny but she had no reason to complain
Unknown to her, her husband looked at the skimpy outfit
Smiling he wondered the giveaway, the reason seemed so plain

Now she wanted to drink water but poured wine instead
All the better said her husband though this was not her intention
The smell from the dirty nightwear was too hard to tread
She turned naked and jumped on the bed with no pretension

This was the clue he thought, she wanted him now
Suppressing her feeble protest he was up on her like an animal
Amidst her surging anger now she realized and slowly relented
Later they laughed, kissed and cuddled at the story of the wrong signal


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