Agony Aunt 3:

D David Wood David Wood
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Dear Agony Aunt, I'm in a bit of a mess My husband of thirty three years Has taken to wearing a dress Which leaves our neighbours in tears. He says he doesn't give a fig That people point and laugh and stare But with the eye shadow and wig I feel nothing but utter despair. Dear reader, this is what I suggest You take him on a foreign holiday You probably both need the rest To India like Delhi or Bombay. Have two weeks without any stress Tell him that you do really care But if he still wants to wear a dress Come home alone and leave him there. Dear agony aunt, I did what you said That was over two months ago, I left him lying in the hotel bed Came home and found a younger beau.

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