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| CONTENTS DoctorJeckl Mister Hyde pitfalls of alcohol Games NEW Wedding Fairytale George & Serenade To Love An Iguanna environment and care Iguanna personality Important health watch Once Upon A Serenade Home Honoring a Princess for my firstborn WinterDreams a bit of fantasy Melanie for granny franny |
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| One Who Got Away (a fish tale) I've heard many times, to find humor in strife; is medicinal aid for distraction. So here is my story; though fishy it sounds, It's the truth in a whimsical fashion. 'Twas a quarter to ten; after fishing all day; When I heard Hubby's footsteps approaching. He was tense, near erratic, In search of a trash bag, His behavior was beyond reproaching. He reached down his trousers; then Hubby retrieved from his pocket; A fishy so charming. A diminutive token, in shape of a Bass, With a tale Hubby told so alarming. My mind in a jitter; believing the critter; had come from a suitor he knew. Gut feelings implied, Fishy's box was concealed, in our garbage container of blue. Recalling the trash bag, as vivid as light, that alone cultivated suspicion. Tossing and turning, unable to sleep; overcome with female intuition. Arising so preoccupied with the fish, So compelled that I flew in a flash; Out to the parking garage in a frenzy, I rummaged through masses of trash. There at the bottom of bag number five; was a small velvet box, in a niche I opened it up, noticed two tiny grooves, seemed designed for two posts on the fish. In a daze when I spied it, Why would Hubby hide it; Unless there was guilt to be had? All my emotions and heart in despair, As I planned on confronting the Cad. I'm not so naïve, or pretentious a spouse, To go boldly and tell him I know it. My method was perfect, I'd leave him a note, with enough information to show it. Quiet as a mouse to the bedroom I Tip-Toed In search of the fishy to prove; The two golden posts on the dear little fish, would be perfectly matched to the grooves. Finding the fishy I placed him inside, Feeling cunning and sly as a Fox. Composing a message; sarcastic in tone, then attached it secure to the box. The memo in short said "I'm two steps ahead, A nice try, but I'm no ignoramus" short and sweet ,(not verbatim) the meaning was clear, then I went off to work feeling famous. On returning from work got the shock of my life, as my grand-daughter started explaining. "Grandpa moved out, gonna find a new house, packed his suitcase, said 'no use remaining". Would you believe that a little gold fish Could consort in divorce preparation? Though strange as it seems, 'twas that mini bass tie-tack that led us to our separation. I believed in my heart, there was something amiss; Who's to judge, 'till you're in my position. Two years have passed since the night of the fish, When I listened to my intuition. You may wonder what came of the dear little fishy, who caused such a ruckus as this. He's still fastened to brim, of the cap "Hubby" wears to this day; When he goes out to fish. To wives who suspect hubby's "fishin" around, stand your ground, if you wish to explore Just beware lest your squawking, may send Hubby walking, by talking him out of the door. A Lesson to Hubby's who fish from the dawn, until dusk, (near three quarters past nine) Don't cast your "rods", to snag hundred pound fishies When trolling on twenty pound line. |
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