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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365694" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Czechmate!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I won't be back 'til very late, '<br>The note from her had read, <br>He poured himself another drink<br>And headed off to bed, <br>She often spent the night away<br>Carousing with 'the girls', <br>The forty-something's group of them<br>Out on their monthly whirls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They'd known each other all their lives<br>From kindergarten on, <br>Had played with beads and Barbi dolls, <br>With lipstick on the lawn, <br>They'd had the odd pyjama nights<br>Had ogled all the males, <br>And giggled through their early teens <br>At love, and lovers tales.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now they'd all been married off<br>For twenty years or more, <br>Their nights were spent in darkened bars<br>Where some had hoped to score, <br>With jaded lives, they gossiped there, <br>At every fault, the blame<br>Was laid right at the husband's door, <br>At every husband's name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so it was with Mary Jean<br>Who said that she was bored, <br>She said her husband Jack was tired, <br>He lay in bed and snored, <br>The days of making love had gone<br>She lay awake at night, <br>Frustrated in the marriage bed<br>That once had brought delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At home, her husband Jack, asleep<br>Had dreamt of other things, <br>Of dancing nymphs who never spoke<br>To him of boring things, <br>Who never held their hands out every<br>Payday for his cheque, <br>But fed him loving tit-bits, kissed<br>His feet, and pecked his neck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then sometime in the early hours<br>He heard the bedroom door<br>Creak open, as his wife returned<br>Tip-toeing on the floor, <br>He tried to cling to sleep, to keep<br>Immersed within his dream, <br>But then his eyes flew open as<br>He heard the woman scream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She threw her handbag at him, <br>Hit him fair across the face, <br>Then started yelling something and<br>He heard the word 'disgrace! '<br>He struggled to sit up as she<br>Hurled insults at his head, <br>And then he realized that <br>Someone else lay in his bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He looked, quite disbelieving<br>At the blond head lying there, <br>That lay upon the pillow, <br>Fast asleep, without a care, <br>Her painted lips were parted in<br>A sexy, loving pout, <br>As if a sudden climax had <br>Hit home, and knocked her out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I've never seen...' he went to say<br>But Mary Jean had gone, <br>Was stomping down the stairway<br>Shouting curses at the moon, <br>The blond leapt up and smiled at him<br>And said: 'I'm sorry, Jack! '<br>Then as she left: 'You should have known, <br>You have to watch your back! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The papers for divorce, they were<br>Delivered, just on noon, <br>Demanding half the house and all<br>His Super, called the tune! <br>He stood accused, adultery, <br>And in the marriage bed, <br>While Jack sat down and tore his hair, <br>He wished that he was dead! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He phoned the band of sisters, phoned<br>And spoke to every one, <br>He asked about the night before, <br>Just what was going on? <br>They wouldn't give away a thing, <br>Stonewalled, and left him lost, <br>'Til one broke down: 'So sorry Jack, <br>She planned it - you've been crossed! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She told him of an agency that<br>Figured out these things, <br>An office in a little street that<br>Specialized in 'Stings', <br>He took a trip downtown and then<br>He hung around 'til late, <br>The sign above the door, it said: <br>'Divorces! - see Czechmate! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At eight o'clock, a blond came tripping<br>Out into the street, <br>He recognized that pretty face, <br>The blond between the sheets! <br>He cornered her and made her spill<br>The beans, she looked quite scared, <br>It seemed that Mary Jean had paid<br>For her to grace his bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His wife had been unfaithful with<br>The owner of the place, <br>A little Czech called Pavel, so<br>She wanted her own space.<br>She thought that she could score off him<br>If she could tap his guilt, <br>But Jack had other plans now that<br>Her secret had been spilt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He scribbled out a note and gave it<br>Folded to the blond, <br>And told her to deliver it<br>Before she could abscond.<br>He wrote, 'I hate to tell you this, <br>Your little scheme has failed! <br>About the money, honey -<br>Well, the Czech is in the Male! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">22 June 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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The note from her had read, 
He poured himself another drink
And headed off to bed, 
She often spent the night away
Carousing with 'the girls', 
The forty-something's group of them
Out on their monthly whirls.

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