Doodle

By Skip Spence

On Oar

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Why do we

...?

How come you see me

With other women nightly

When I'm always home

Innocently swimming?

How come you imagine me

At the park, after dark

With an old girlfriend or two

And a quart or two of brew

Without you?

I could do nothing

No, you wouldn't let me anyway

Oh, my dear

I would hope you would