She loves me she loves me not...

Just my luck that when juiced a lad

din grammar school, aye own every

rhyme and reason tubby mad

every friggin time boyhood fingers

plucked petals off flowered daisy...

just as well, a relief and more than glad

tomb hiss out on doing the wild thang

and be'n totally tube yule lore lee baad

yea, how boring squirreled away

voraciously reading 'bout some cad

oh my dog...I too could write story

"FAKE" steamy extramarital liaison add

chocolate flavored Glynnis (Msgeegee),

whereby celibate chap goes stir crazy - egad

yours truly drives back to her pad

within sketchy part of West Philadelphia

starring as chief protagonist

none other then... yupper this dad

until caught with pants down (figuratively)

thine missus both angry at me and sad

I immediately unapologetic longed to gad

about even jetting setting off to Vlad

divest stock to escape wrath cull bile

daily spewed phlegm at me - wad

off by bajillion miles wife got poor aim

cruel colorful epithets coarse expletives had

filled beyond capacity to resist or tolerate

hence, yours truly sought to skad

had dude dull married life awkward fit

analogous, incongruous, perilous

why dead men don't wear plaid

they make no bones about

nor act self flesh deathly quiet

oblivious toward latest fad

mouldering into dust

whereby gravesites sprout weeds

mother nature's couture clad

eroded tombstone disintegrating

vanishing without trace

unremembered story...

unlike Odyssey and Illiad.