Woman Scourned

She waits for him by her bed-side light,
A well chosen book – her friend
For the night.
As the sun breaks through
And creates a new dawn ,
He skulks in the door to a woman scourned .

It takes him back to his teenage years ,
Confronting mother after a few beers .
If man makes his own hell ,
He does so by  causing a woman to yell .

History has taught us , we have been warned –
There is no wrath like
A woman scourned !

He’s been out all saturd’y at the track
Handin’ out money   for this and that ,
Nothin’ in return but pats on the back .
Now let me give you the word from the gate ,
If he comes home empty he’s sealing his fate .

Mans mighty escapades
can be endured
Provided his fidelity can be assured ,
If this can’t be arranged
He may find himself estranged
And wandering aimlessly lurid .

He thinks he’s chipper for
getting away ,
With lying to her about  how much he’s paid .
Come clean now and part with the dosh ,
Before the whole thing comes out in the wash .

History has taught us , we have been warned
There is no wrath like a woman scorned.


Once again there’s something he bought
Without ever giving her another thought –
Nevermind that he can
hardly afford ,
The golf clubs , sports car
And ride on mower for the lawn .


If in the event he needs a divorce
It should be let to take it’s natural course –
Give her fair share or feel the remorse ,
From repercussions brought on
By the Scourned Woman Force !

If it turns out  they grow old together ,
He needs to hope
There’s nothing they can’t weather .
If she’s coming to the end of her tether ,
Looking after one
Does sound much better .

History has taught us , we have been warned ,
There is no wrath like a woman scourned .