A Desperate Housewife ….In limerick form

A Desperate Housewife ….In limerick form 
Background : Some years ago I used to avidly watch the TV Show titled Desperate Housewives. Then for some reasons I lost interest. I also used to like reading stories about this category of women! Thank God I do not have a desperate wife.
Some time ago recently, I happened to Google Desperate Housewives. I was astonished to get about 97,00,000 results in just 0.67 seconds. For those who are not familiar with this TV show, here is a small write up: Desperate Housewives is an American television comedy-drama and mystery series created by Marc Cherry, and produced by ABC Studios and Cherry Productions. It originally aired for eight seasons on ABC, from October 3, 2004 to May 13, 2012. Executive producer Cherry served as show runner. Other executive producers since the fourth season included Bob Daily, George W. Perkins, John Pardee, Joey Murphy, David Grossman, and Larry Shaw.
As I love limericks on various topics, I Googled about poems on Desperate Wives and here is one I liked and so sharing with my readers. HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AS MUCH AS I DID.
A desperate housewife I knew
had such mundane housework to do.
Being so tired of it,
she decided to quit.
Then off to Las Vegas she flew.
Having always been such a lithe girl,
she thought “I’ll give dancing a whirl!”
Her audition went well.
From a large oyster shell
She emerged, so they all dubbed her Pearl.
 
Her skin, soft and fair, shone like dew
as she smiled with eyes crystal blue.
All the men threw her money
as her voice, sweet as honey,
called out, “Let me entertain you!”
 
As Pearl danced each night, looking pretty,
Her husband, back in her home city,
was fit to be tied,
thinking maybe she’d died!
Poor fool didn’t have a clue, did he!
 
Unbeknownst to sweet Pearl, her “dear” spouse
had been sneaking off as she’d played house.
To conventions he’d said
he was going. Instead,
he’d been gambling in Vegas, that louse!
 
Off to strip clubs he’d gone every chance
that he got. How he loved to see dance
naked women all sizes
in sexy disguises
while his wife at home longed for romance.
 
Now the tables were very much turned.
And her husband was feeling quite spurned.
He would sleep restlessly
thinking where could she be!!
But her whereabouts he never learned.
No longer could he run away
on a whim. He still had bills to pay.
That cleaning and cooking
meant no time for looking
at girls! He had less time to play.
 
In Vegas, his wife had come far.
In fact, she was a superstar.
Wearing naught but a fan,
she’d entice every man,
then drive home in a pearl-colored car!
 
Her spouse lost his job. The years fled.
His wife he then had declared dead.
But with no job in sight,
he’d stay home each night,
with loneliness causing him dread.
Do you think this guy ever has let
his conscience feel any regret
that his wife did so much
while he gambled and such?
Has he learned anything at all yet?
 
Did he marry and get a new bride?
Did Pearl go and change her sweet ride
to a sleek red Corvette,
and did SHE marry yet?
I leave it to YOU to decide!
Note:
Written June 2016 for the Desperate Housewife Contest of PD
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
COMPILED BY J S BROCA  20TH OCT 2017
LINK: https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_desperate_housewife___in_limerick_form_801804

 

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