It’s a small place
They go to when
They don’t want to
Be bothered, a quiet,
Out of the way eatery
Perfect for their illicit
Rendezvous. No chance of
Being discovered,
They talk about this and that
Gazing into each other’s eyes,
Loopy smiles on their faces,
That is, until one of their
Spouses comes storming in
Demanding an explanation
And ruining a perfectly
Enjoyable time once again.
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