I Guess

I guess that's it, huh?
no more wearing
the wife's new clothes,
Don said sadly,

no more trying on
those dresses she gets
from that shop
on the high street,

no more pulling on
those panties and tights
when she's out
with her friends at nights.

I guess that's it,
no more dressing up
in her bikini
and doing the catwalk

along the hall
to the stares
of cat and dog,
Don sighed,

gazing at himself
in the mirror,
seeing baby Jojo
staring at him

from the cot;
that's it Jojo,
no more shows,
that's your lot.

poem by Terry Collett
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