The nuisance took so very long to die
That Monday, a special Salsa night for me.
I’d dressed early in my fishnets and my
Devil thong. I felt hot in PVC
Thigh length boots. My outfit was complete.
But screwing up his nose, he refused to go,
Until I put on something ‘more discreet’.
A friend for years, he really should have known
My mind cannot be changed once it’s decided.
The blackened eye was just a friendly nudge
To help explain why I felt insulted.
A stubborn man, he simply wouldn’t budge
And sat blazing in the flat all night long
Whilst I danced Salsa to our special song.
© Jacqui Thatcher 2014
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