he went to by some oranges & limes,
but clipped another car as he pulled out;
apologized about a hundred times,
the other driver: nice, but rather stout
so his insurance rose sixty percent;
his wife and he gave up their lone “date night”,
and rearranged their budget, what was spent,
and he thought everything would be alright —
but soon, she said, “well, i’ve met someone else.
besides, we never go out anymore.”
he stands there thinking, “when it rains, it pelts.”
then she was gone by thirteen after four.
so now, a broken man, and destitute,
he sits amid a room devoid of cheer,
and thinks: life’s so much better without fruit.
i should have stayed at home, and had