Trophy Husband

That you became mine should have got me suspicious
Yet giddy I thought it my due
Thought it my reward from a life unfair
Sharing its goodies with its teeth
Lesson learnt

Now you are with another
My bed a scorned place
Not even the knowledge of my Toyota
Budges you from her bed
Lesson learnt

I have learnt in four long seasons
What my father would tell in five minutes
That this dandy is not simply fashion-conscious
This dandy's palm shakes too softly for a man
but I would not have him discourage me

Winner of my left-over
Still in cloud nine?
Still reveling over your win?
Still giddy this hunk is yours?
Are you still eagerly transferring to his account?


It is your Mercedes 450GL, not you
It is your post at work, not you
It is that you are ready to open your purse, not you
Not you, your failing beauty, your saggy bosoms
Not even your cooking feats


May my missive meet you sober
Else it will be in vain, I know

This one is won only by the highest bidder
His abilities in bed, his beauty honed for that reason only
May your trophy husband be with you long