Anyone's husband's better than the one you got at home
 

You set up traps to lure him,

Your neckline over-low,

You made his bed, admired his threads,

And told him lies galore.

And then one day you got him securely

In your grip; the race had run you'd got

The bum and now here comes the trick.

The guy next door's miles better he's

Pretty good with wood, he's got a card

He hands 'em out, best squeeze one

Down your bra.

He'll see you don't go lonely there'll

Be a message on your phone, anyone's

Husband's better than the one you got

At home.

You treat him like a lodger, like something

On your shoe, to scrape away, vapour spray

And fumigate the room. You didn't really want

Him it was just a flight-of-hate, you need a

House, you need a car, well, someone had

To pay.

The guy next door is only one, there are

Others on your hook, droppers on your

Knickers to save time in a rush. Told him

Not to touch you, you wanna be alone,

Anyone's husband's better than the one

You got at home.
 

© Joseph G Dawson
12/09/2018 and earlier