
A happily married man was Mitch
Until the onset of the seven-year itch
He directed his ardour
At the lady next door
And worked on his opening pitch
With girded loins, to his paramour he headed
Expecting to be welcomed and bedded
Only to find
The lady entwined
With the woman to whom he was wedded
😂 serves him right!
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Amen, Sister!
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Oh my! That seven year itch must be something real. Gosh. 🤦🏻♀️
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Just be careful who you scratch it with…😝
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Good point. 👏
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Lol, a fitting ending.
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