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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508394" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Infidelity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three Triangles</div><div style="margin:10px 0">TRIANGLE ONE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My husband put some poison in my beer,<br>And fondly hoped that I would drink it up.<br>He would get rid of me - no bloody fear,<br>For when his back was turned I changed the cup.<br>He took it all, and if he did not die,<br>Its just because he's heartier than I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now I watch and watch him night and day<br>dreading that he will try it on again.<br>I'm getting like a skeleton they say,<br>And every time I feel the slightest pain<br>I think: he's got me this time. . . . Oh the beast!<br>He might have let me starve to death, at least.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But all he thinks of is that shell-pink nurse.<br>I know as well as well that they're in loe.<br>I'm sure they kiss, and maybe do things worse,<br>Although she looks as gentle as a dove.<br>I see their eyes with passion all aglow:<br>I know they only wait for me to go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah well, I'll go (I have to, anyway),</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But they will pay the price of lust and sin.<br>I've sent a letter to the police to say:<br>&quot;If I should die its them have dome me in.&quot;<br>And now a lot of vernal I'll take,<br>And go to sleep, and never, never wake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But won't I laugh! Aye, even when I'm dead,<br>To think of them both hanging by the head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">TRIANGLE TWO</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My wife's a fancy bit of stuff it's true;<br>But that's no reason she should do me dirt.<br>Of course I know a girl is tempted to,<br>With mountain men a-fussin' round her skirt.<br>A 'andome women's bound to 'ave a 'eart,<br>But that's no reason she should be a tart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I didn't oughter give me 'ome address<br>To sergeant when 'e last went on 'is leave;<br>And now the 'ole shebang's a bloody mess;<br>I didn't think the missis would deceive.<br>And 'ere was I, a-riskin' of me life,<br>And thee was 'e, a-sleepin' wiv me wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go blimy, but this thing 'as got to stop.<br>Well, next time when we makes a big attack,<br>As soon as we gets well across the top,<br>I'll plug 'em (accidental) in the back.<br>'E'll cop a blinkin' packet in 'is spine,<br>And that'll be the end of 'im, the swine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's easy in the muck-up of a fight;<br>And all me mates'll think it was the foe.<br>And 'oo can say it doesn't serve 'im right?<br>And I'll go 'ome and none will ever know,<br>My missis didn't oughter do that sort o' thing,<br>Seein' as 'ow she wears my weddin' ring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, we'll be just as 'appy as before,<br>When otherwise she might a' bin a 'ore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">TRIANGLE THREE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's fun to see Joe fuss around that kid.<br>I know 'e loves 'er more than all the rest,<br>Because she's by a lot the prettiest.<br>'E wouldn't lose 'er for a 'undred quid.<br>I love 'er too, because she isn't his'n;<br>But Jim, his brother's, wot they've put in prision.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's 'ard to 'ave a 'usband wot you 'ate;<br>So soft that if 'e knowed you'd 'ad a tup,<br>'E wouldn't 'ave the guts to beat you up.<br>Now Jim - 'e's wot I call a proper mate.<br>I daren't try no monkey tricks wiv 'im.<br>'E'd flay be 'ide off (quite right, too) would Jim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I won't let on to Jim when 'e comes out;<br>But Joe - each time I see 'im kissin' Nell,<br>I 'ave to leave the room and laughlike 'ell.<br>&quot;E'll 'ave the benefit (damn little) of the doubt.<br>So let 'im kiss our Nellie fit to smother;<br>There ain't no proof 'er father is 'is brother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, anyway I've no remorse. You see,<br>I've kept my frailty in the family.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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TRIANGLE ONE

My husband put some poison in my beer,
And fondly hoped that I would drink it up.
He would get rid of me - no bloody fear,
For when his back was turned I changed the cup.
He took it all, and if he did not die,
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