'Twas the afternoon before Wednesday,
And all through the house,
Anticipation was stirring
For escape from The Spouse.
The home was spiffed up--
Some things done with great care,
In hopes that Saint Shari
Soon would be there.
The house wasn't dusted,
But the toilets were swished;
The sheets were all clean.
It was all that we wished.
When out on the lawn,
The Tahoe arrived,
Bringing sister to Plainfield
On a visit contrived!
We talked and we ate,
And we raised a few glasses;
"To us!" we declared
Before we fell on our arses.
We ran a few errands,
Enjoyed our sorority;
Then had to end
And go back to reality.
She left as she came,
On a wing and a prayer,
In hopes things at her place
Would all be still there.
Saint Shari's my sister
Whose love is so steady.
We both needed her visit;
I miss her already.
I heard her exclaim
Ere she drove out of sight,
"I hope to be back!
Don't turn out the light!"
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