Amid the dish shelves, a husband felt a stare.
A man in yellow shoes watched his wife in glassware.
With a puff of his cheeks, he tapped the man’s chest square
And growled out his inquiry without care.
The man blinked then ran finger’s through his hair
His eyes narrowed the husband did swear
As he shook his head, palms lifted midair.
“I don’t want your wife” the man declared.
What was said next made the husband chuckle then and there.
He looked to the left at the man’s wife in kitchen ware
Then back to the man and the look they shared
Brought forth wry laughter and a silent prayer.
For now the man’s wife was well aware
As she glanced at him, he prepared
For the ride home because he wanted not an affair.
He barely wanted his wife. Why look at another’s derrière?