After bickering over breakfast,
and stewing over it all day
she finally found what she wanted —
the clinching morsel.
Now she would serve him his just desserts.
What’s for dinner? he said.
Humble Pie, she answered
as she handed him the perfumed panties
she found in his drawers.
* have you ever had the ‘pleasure’ of having to eat humble pie?
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