It was 5 o’clock
I hurried to get home
Tripped on the sidewalk
Just to find myself alone
My baby left me to wander
In the dark looking for a little tramp
Made me an Irish mousse and ditched my dinner
Cried on a commercial thinking of the vamp
After a whole lot of cream and chocolate
Euphoric thoughts stimulated some of my senses
Laughing at my jealousies didn’t notice it’s late
I better call my baby and see what he says
Kay Barcelon
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-baby-and-the-tramp/
