Fair Exchange

Fair Exchange

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

I probably failed to like the man
For he went with my ex-wife,
I hated the way she called him Stan,
As if he was hers for life.
They’d both been playing away from home
For a year, so said his ex,
I only heard from the grapevine bird
In a message of plain text.

‘Your wife’s been seeing my husband for 
A year now,’ said the note,
‘If you’d like to know all the details
I can give them, creed and rote.’
I wandered round to the place she said
And she ushered me inside,
She said she wouldn’t have bothered me
But suffered from wounded pride.

It seemed that they had been meeting
Every time I was away,
My job as a travelling salesman
Kept me on the road each day.
I’d be away for a week or more
But I thought that things were fine,
She didn’t say that she’d let him play
With the things I thought were mine.

I couldn’t believe he’d cheat on her,
When I looked at the wife of Stan,
She said that her name was Isabel
As she reached and squeezed my hand,
I thought that her face was beautiful
Though it bore the lines of stress,
She said she wanted revenge on them,
I couldn’t have wanted less.

She said that she knew their routine, they
Would dine at the Globe Hotel,
Then go ahead and they’d book a room
At the neighbouring Motel,
I said I knew what we had to do
And we came up with a plan,
‘I think we’ll go and surprise them,
My wife and your husband Stan.’

We waited until they took their seats
At a table set for two,
Then wandered in and we said:
‘We’ll take this table, next to you.’
I’d never seen such spluttering, and
Each face turned beetroot red,
So then I kissed his wife, and turned
To Jane to say, ‘You’re dead!’

I’d only kissed her for effect
To see what Stan would do,
His face suffused with a jealous rage,
And Jane was jealous too,
It’s since that day we’ve made a match
Both I and Isabel,
Which goes to show that a fair exchange
Can sometimes turn out well.

David Lewis Paget

© 2017 David Lewis Paget

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The husband is contained so well in these two lines
"She didn’t say that she’d let him play
With the things I thought were mine." - hapless - devoted - guillible - the perfect victim.
Then the worm turns.

Hey the cheaters got what they deserved though didnt they. Class David - class!

Posted 1 Year Ago

I liked this tale. Temptation and opportunity can surprise us. Thank you David for sharing the amazing poetry.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Looks like revenge turned to love. Wonderful story David.

Posted 1 Year Ago

i lovei it !!! i just kept reading your poem always have very smooth flow !!!

Posted 1 Year Ago

Your stories meander more than a river on a mountain. That makes it quite irresistible I suppose.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Fair exchange indeed! While easier said than done, it's no less than what's deserved. I'll never understand infidelity. It's just so unforgiveable.

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Added on June 25, 2017
Last Updated on June 25, 2017
Tags: ex-wife, playing, pride, cheat


David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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